Hello. I have re-opened this journal for my own archival purposes. Please don't post comments. Thanks.

I'm happy too!!

warning: OMG PR0N





It's Alex and I's one year anniversary soon. Win? Yes, win.

My next assessment for News and Politics is a combination of every horrible element of assessment ever. I have to prepare a 5 minute debate speech OPPOSING recycled water.

Great! Talking in front of people, working in a group and going against what I believe in, in one handy dandy assessment.

I think recycled water is a good idea. I mean, we're going through a drought... I don't think we can afford to be picky. It's not like we can just BUY water from somewhere else. I think people are getting shitty (no pun intended) over the fact that it's OMG POO WATER, even though precautions are obviously going to be made to make sure it's clean. Derr. Like the government's going to pump rew sewage through the taps. Yummy.

I talked about this with my dad and it turns out that he is a urine expert. Who would have known? He told me a rather interesting fact: the chemicals in human urine are very good for fruit plants.

Me: "So what you're saying is... Brisbane City Council should employ people to run around peeing in people's gardens?"
Dad: "Well, it would save water, and be good for the plants!"

Good old dad.

On the journalistically deep show A Current Affair the other night, an interesting story caught my eye among the shonky builder and fighting neighbours stories : the "tween" phenomenon. Basically, a tween is a girl from ages 8-10 who has started getting into the likes of fashion, shopping and makeup.

These girls disgusted me. They showed 8 year olds cooing over a pair of freakin' hot pants. They showed three 10 year olds all wearing the same clothes. They showed the 8 year olds again applying makeup.

Yeah, little girls like to dress up in fancy clothes, but these kids were already starting to act like obnoxious little 14 year olds when they should be you know... kids.... and getting into the horridly whoreish clothing that is in fashion at the moment. 8 year old girls in hot pants and makeup... yay. And people wonder why there are pedophiles.

When I was 8-10, I ran around wearing the ultra stylish shorts (not hot pants) and t-shirt. My favourite t-shirt was this faded old pink thing that I'd drawn a wobbly purple flower on. When I was that age, I spent my days reading, climbing trees and going on intrepid adventures around the neighbourhood with my dog. I hung out with other kids my age who were into quite the same things, and not walking for hours on end around a shopping mall getting excited over the latest, hip fasions.

I think I was 13 when I started caring about fashion and makeup, but that phase was incredibly short lived. Nowadays, I still don't care that much.

My point is, I was a kid. And everyone else at that age was a kid. What the hell happened? Why do girls at that age want to be annoying, materialistic teenagers already? I didn't want to be like that. I wanted to climb trees and spend my afternoon riding my bike forever.

Also i'm pretty sure somewhere along the way I knew that being an 8 year old and wearing clothes made for whoreish 16 year olds was kinda weird. Disturbing, even. We live in an age of pedophiles and rapists, why on earth would you want to encourage that? Even as a young kid my mum told me to stay away from strange looking men. What of these young girls who are purposefully attracting sexual attention?

I hope this trend dies some time soon.

Last night was totally my 18th birthday bbq thing.

Good:

- Alex, Katey, Linda, Rotti, Jooby and John (not real name), Beth, Amy, Ngaire, Kag, Carla, Eugene, possibly other people I missed turning up.
- Awesome birthday presents with equally awesome birthday cards.
- Going to the GAY BAR and watching silly gay men dance and kissing Alex on a couch. Girl. I wanna take you to a gay bar. I wanna take you... etc. Oh and the pictures of gay porn on the walls according to star signs. My star sign (leo) had my favourite picture of them all... A NAKED MAN WITH AN OVERSIZED HAT. Hooray!
- Buying an expensive, fruity cocktail.

Bad:
- Nearly everyone who said they were coming either came late or not at all. Then 40 sausages being wasted. Thanks a lot, guys. Don't I feel special.
- Some disgusting fellow hitting on Katey and Kag. Eew.
- I feel sick from the flu and slightly hungover today. I have the shittiest alcohol tolerance (or rather, intolerance) in the world. It's not fair! I didn't even get drunk and I have a goddamn hangover.
- Psychotic taxi driver.


End.

Love is when one of you gets the flu and the other one catches it, and both have delirious, fever-induced dreams about each other.

I love you, Alex.

My birthday was pretty sweet. I got a crapload of money which I spent on Zatch Bell manga and a pair of boots for the kicking, a pink Nintendo DS with Super Mario, Lost Magic and Animal crossing, and a lot of chocolate. Special thanks to Alex who drew me a card with a moomba (orange cat thing from FFVII) on it.

Anyway, that aside, riddle me this:

Why do women get so upset and angry over men not putting the seat down on the toilet?

I always used to think that people meant the lid, which I could sort of understand because it's a bit gross. But then I realised they meant the seat.

Um, what?

Am I the only one who doesn't really see this as a big deal? I mean, the seat is up. You don't have to go to a great amount of effort to put it down! Besides, men have to put it up in the first place and I haven't heard any men complain about the seat being down.

Somebody one of these days has to slap femme nazis upside the head and explain to them that men and women are different. Yes, DIFFERENT.

Guess what? I'm 18 today! And so far I have spent it at uni and eating chicken strips and surfing le net because my psychology lecture was really, really boring. Not even drawing FFVI characters could sustain me. Mmm, chicken strips.

I can totally buy alcohol, cigarettes and porn now. Because um, I'm such an alcoholic smoking porn-fiend and all.

Not!

I'm getting a pink Nintendo DS as a super duper birthday present. Win! And Alex has planned some surprise thing that he keeps talking about. How exciting! This is way better than my birthday last year, where I stayed at home and got my glasses for a birthday present.

Yay.

That is all I have to say. Fare thee well!

There are some odd things that happen in my life. No, I don't mean running amok in the city with Alex or Amy singing about AIDS, reading a book entitled "The Pirates! And their adventure with the Scientists" or going out with a pirate itself.

Today I discovered even more odd things.

In the Botanical Gardens, Alex and i were enjoying a leisurely sit-down under a tree when I heard a rather loud whisper close to my right ear. I whirled around, expecting to find some mischievious youth. But lo! There was nobody there except a small tree. "What's wrong?" asked Alex.
"Didn't you hear that?" I cried.
"Hear what?"

...

I know it wasn't Alex, because i was facing him at the time and the whisper came from my right side. Also, if there was someone there, he would have seen them.

Later on the bus this evening after I bid good evening to the bus driver, I heard a female voice whisper quite loudly, "Ellie!" I turned around expecting to see Katelynd or someone sneaking onto my bus, but again, nobody there except a male I didn't know.

Creepy is it not?

What's going on? I am forced to take two options:

1. Accept Alex's theory that I am insane

or

2. Accept that a ghost or spirit is following me and whispering in my ear, and call Ghostbusters.

(Personally I find the second option far more interesting.)

In conclusion, aargh!

Ok.

So, I'm slightly too nerdy, in the Final-Fantasy-and-mainstream-anime-and-DDR-and-antisocialist-tendencies to be "normal".

But not nerdy enough in the Star-(something)-enthusiast-hardk0re-gamer-total-otaku way to be a nerd.

What the pants am I?

HEY KIDS!

Are you feeling fat after eating far too much chocolate at Katelynd's sleepover? Are you feeling lazy and like a big fat blob threatening to eat Tokyo? Is life starting to smell?

Go for a bike ride! Yes that's right. And with the wind in your hair, the adredaline pumping through you and the angry magpies trying to eat your head, everything will seem a lot better!


... Oh man, I can't believe I got up at 7.30am just to ride my bike. I'm insane. But I feel less fat and crappy now.



On a totally unrelated topic, I have to write a university news story for my News and Politics Class. I have two ideas:

1. A story on the various clubs around uni

2. THE GOANNA.

There's a room full of squishy couches at uni called the Goanna Lounge because there is a goanna that lives around there. I want to do an investigative report... Who is the goanna? Who isn't the goanna? Why is the goanna? You get my drift.

Maybe I could interview the goanna, but I'm pretty sure he's the strong and silent type.

So what do you think? Stay safe and do a story that will help me pass the damn assessment, or risk looking silly for the purposes of a more interesting story? I await your opinion!

EDIT: Sorry kids, no dice. A fellow classmate asked the tutor if he could do an amusing story but it seems that she is a giant bitch who lacks a sense of humour.

Damn!

Things that Piss Ellie off #18364:

Taking an hour bus trip to uni only to find your tute is cancelled.

Especially when more sleep and more time with le boyfriend could have been had.

*kills everybody in the learning centre computer room with lasers*

Ughh.

It has come to my attention, ever since I began the lucrative career that is going to university, that despite everyone's age and supposed seriousness of pursuing a career, elitist snobbery still exists.

( rant )

Dammit, I AGAIN forgot to mention that I just moved house and haven't had internet for the last few days. Should be up tomorrow though. I also can't use my mobile at the moment because the charger is packed away somewhere... oh man!

Anyway in the last few days I have set up my room to look uber cool and lost my job. So uh, if anybody has a vacancy at their workplace and you don't work somewhere really lame o, could you give me a heads up? Heehh.... *seethe*

(This entry isn't directed towards anyone in particular, by the way)

If only there were more ways to say "I'm sorry" and "I love you".

"Sorry" is such an oft-repeated word in my life that it really doesn't suit some occasions, when I mostly use the word when I bump into someone or drop something. When it's repeated so much, it doesn't seem like enough when you need to use it the most. It seems like a feeble and pathetic attempt to fix things, like putting a bandaid over a wound gushing blood and sinew everywhere. Or it seems like a poor excuse that just seems to make what you did okay.

If only there was a real way to express your deep regret for your actions and your willingness to change so it never happens again, your desire to turn back time and ask for forgiveness, because their forgiveness is so important to you. If only it was the magic word that fixed relationships and the hurt and made everything better.

"I love you" is on fluffy red heart-shaped cushions on Valentines Day, said by a handsome lead in a movie to the pretty lady he just met, that crappy Hallmarked phrase bandied about everywhere. It's that phrase so easy to take back and to suck the meaning out of when things don't work out. If only there was one exclusive way to really say that you want to be with that person and that person only, and all you want to do is make them happy. It's kind of confusing to tell someone that you love them when it has so many meanings and has been used in past situations where it has proved to be meaningless anyway. If only such words were sacred and could only be used at the right time.

There's no good way to say what you really mean without sounding like a teenage poet with far too many metaphors up their sleeve. Emotions never really translate that well into words.



edit: HOW THE HELL DID I GET AN OVERALL SEMESETER GPA OF 6.5?! It makes NO SENSE. Oh well, I'm happy!

Nothing much to report, kids. I've just been spending a few fun, lazy days with the ever-thrusting Alex. I had a dream the other night that we got married, and I was wearing my Cons under my wedding dress. Aww.

We went op-shopping yesterday. He bought a rather classy black jacket (which he looks really, really hot in, by the way) and I bought this... um... well I'm not sure what it is, actually, but here are some photos.

( Camwhore time! )

I watched Spirited Away today, and made a new user pic. Yay, birds!

Everyone seems to be cleaning out their room at the moment, and I thought I'd follow the trend. Well not really, I'm movinghouse, but nevertheless, cleaning.

I am currently finding rather cool stuff and would like to share with you my interesting finds:

1. My diary from ages 12-14ish. Oh no. I wrote like even more of a retard than I do now, and this is the PRE-angst period of my life. I seemed to be totally oblivious to the fact that my friends were horrible and my "boyfriends" were idiots. Oh and I seemed to have a crush on everybody, yes that's right, EVERYBODY. What a little hosebag I was back then. Wow, two boys promised to write me letters and never did, the bastards.

I think this line sums up everything, "And he has a sexy voice, because it's broken." Oh, to be 13 again.

But, not really.

Oh dear god, everything in this fricken diary about boys. EVERYTHING. BOYS (Not men). I want to write a letter to myself at 13 and say "Stop being a loser and fawning over these stupid wankers!" But then again, I suppose going out with wankers refined my taste (i.e Not to go out with wankers) and OH DEAR GOD I JUST FOUND POETRY. I think I'm going to burn this so no human can ever, ever read this. This is just embarrassing. Oh well, at least I'm able to laugh at my 13 year old self. Imagine if I was the same person. Ughh.
 
2. A promotional Pokemon comic!

3. A sketchbook full of terrible drawings of Pokemon.

4. Perhaps the greatest of all... GUMBY CARDS. That's right, GUMBY. It's all these little cards with pictures of gumby and friends on them.

I really do wish my life wasn't such a soap opera.

In the past week or so, I've had a fight with Alex (there, are you bitter single people happy now?), a friend betray my trust, various skeletons in the closet leaping out at me to steal my kidneys and on top of that, killer period pain. Yes, it's been a bit like that, and I don't like it! I mean, today I didn't even go outside and things still happened!

Come on guys, all I wanna do is play videogames with Alex, watch Dragon Ball and indulge in Final Fantasy VI fangirlery. Seems that even by trying to live your life as a nerd, you're still subject to the crap that you'd see in an episode of "Days of Our Lives".

Alex is sick at the moment. If he goes into a coma and it turns out I'm pregnant with a demon alien child, I'm going to be really pissed off.

Speaking of demon children, "The Omen" was not a very good movie because Julia Stiles can't act for poop. And the guy who played Gregory Peck's character was shitty because he wasn't Gregory Peck.

Oh, and the demon mother looks like Jar Jar Binks dressed as Little Red Riding Hood.

There was absolutely no point to this entry and I have effectively wasted a portion of your life. Sorry about that. Good night!