Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Ah... I love dreams...

Had a great dream this morning, but it was in that stage where you wake up, then go back to sleep and dream, then wake up, then go back to sleep and have a different dream, then wake up etc etc so I'm not sure where this one actually started. But it was great anyway, it had Nintendo, pornstars and werewolves... what more could you ask?

I can't remember that much (I usually have heaps vivid dreams that I can remember to a T) but at one stage (may have been a previous dream) Mandi and I were checking out Chicken's new place and she needed some milk. So we went to get some but there was some carnival at the shops for something or another and we had to buy it by the glass and it was five bucks for three glasses and nobody was impressed.

With that lame part out of the way, the other part I can remember (also the cool part) Aria Giovanni (my favourite pornstar) was trying to resurrect some tv show that got axed, which was basically ordinary people coming on and showing off their pinks (no wonder it was axed). She was out hunting for signatures to get this show back up (she was gunna host it as well) and was real vicious about it, she became the Starwolf mercenary team (from Lylat Wars) and I had to fight off Pigma, Andrew and Leon, then grabbed Aria/Starwolf by her collar and was beating her/him up, and she was trying to pursuade this girl (who I think was supposed to be a friend of mine) to sign the petition, and she/he offered her a spot on the show. Anywho, my friend gave in and signed, and Aria got her show.

First episode, they had that mexican chick from Survivor on, and she was about to get a boob job. So they had her on before the op, and after the op, and she got massive, square ugly-pornstars-that-have-to-rely-on-ginormous-tits-to-get-work implants, they were so gross.

Then werewolves busted in and started causing a ruckus! They were smashing shit and killing people, and there were people trapped in the room next to us, and Mandi had to call someone for some reason so she pulled out this thing that looked like an old school computer keyboard/calculator. I said something about the 8 and the 9 looking too similar and we got in an argument about old keyboards having built in calculators in them... it was SOOO much more important that those lame werewolves.

Anywho, I know that dream sounds pretty lame, but it was enjoyable none the less. I love Aria, she's so hot :P Real boobs too.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Depression?

I've been so glum this past month or so. I've just been so unmotivated to do anything, I've got uni assignments that were due weeks ago that I haven't even started, I find it hard to have fun, and my sense of humour's all but dead. I used to be a funny guy, but now I'm just always quiet and mopey. It's nothing new though, for the last few years it's been like this on and off... maybe I should see a doctor, who knows.

It's a shame really, because I've been doing really well at school this semester, getting no less than distinctions and high distincions in three out of my four units... and then, blah... I just can't bring myself to do any work, and my grades are gunna slip because of it.

And another thing, I really hate the magical god of Luck or whoever it is that determines these things. Monday was great, and it was an abnormally lucky day for me, and was just what I needed to get out of this pit. It started around 9 in the morning. I hadn't realised it was daylight savings and so if I went by my clock I would've been an hour late for my exam. LUCKILY, Josh had an exam at the same time and came in to wake me up. Later that day I got a message from Sara wanting to sell me a Whitlams ticket, which I wanted to go to but hadn't bought a ticket yet. So that was LUCKY. Also, the final date for re-enrolment was the 31st of October, but I was changing courses so rather than just going through the website I had to apply for a course transfer then wait for them to send me an enrolment package (which hadn't come yet). Then I check my email, and LUCKILY the closing date has been extended for another two weeks! I was feeling really good, and a lot more motivated to do some school work. I didn't get any assignments done because I had another exam in the morning, so I studied for that instead. So if this is all good... why do I hate this god of Luck? Well, as payment for that motivational good luck, he made me vomit from my arsehole for the next few days and gave me a throbbing headache so I couldn't put my euphoria to any good use. So now I'm back in the dumps where I started... the bastard.

I saw the Whitlams last night... they were good... very good.

Drew's arsehole must be that fucking huge...

The guy uses (and this isn't an exageration) half a roll of dunny paper everytime he shits. I mean for fucks sake Drew! How on Earth could you need to use so much damn toilet paper! For the last few days I've had a stomach bug and've been shit'n at 10-60 min intervals and I still wouldn't have used as much as he does in one sitting (or should I say one "shitting"?). It's not just that though, it's his whole dunny etiquet that gives me the shits. At the moment, we have decent, soft, 2-ply paper in there, as well as abrasive, 1-ply cheap shit. When it comes time to replace the rolls (which Andrew always does, because lets face it, if there's paper left on the hanger he's gunna use it all), he puts up the cheap shit rather than the good stuff! And worse still, he hangs it underhand! Gah! You dumb fat four-eyed fuck Andrew! So I'd go in after him to release some more bottom vomit, and I'd change the rolls over to the good stuff in the correct overhand fashion. When that'd run out (which would only take a day the way that guy plows through it) he'd stock up another single-ply, underhand roll, which I'd also swap over. I did this like three times and he still didn't catch on! GAAAAHHHH!!! I just wanna scream at him! And over what!? Fucking toilet paper!? I can't wait to get out of this shit hole unit and away from that kid and his toilet bowl abuse. How the thing hasn't clogged by now is a mystery.