University, similes, haggling, pawn

Due to a bad case of can'tbefucked, I've put off doing a lot of things, including exams. Hopefully I'll 'recover' from my illness. Anyways, to get a sense of routine, I've decided to only blog on Wednesdays.

Today I went to UWS Parramatta campus to do some studying away from public libraries. I totally forgot uni students are having their break, so the place seemed like a ghost town. Compared to Macquarie (which I've been to for many excursions), UWS Parra is tiny as shit.

Which brings me to the English language. Due to the fact that it's constant, I don't think people are away just how messed up slang has become. I remember doing a maths paper and yelling "Why is this dick so hard!?", and everyone around me was like "TMI dude." But the major issue I have is with contemporary similes. E.g. An essay question was very difficult = That question was hard as shit. Now I don't know about most people, but isn't shit soft? Not like I go around pressing on shit, but it's being used totally incorrectly. Also is the word convenient totally inconvenient or what? The word easy is way more convenient.

So I was going to buy some food afterwards and realised I was 5 cents short of the price. At first I decided to haggle before realising this wasn't an Asian store. What's the most you've ever haggled from a non-Asian store? I got 10 cents off lunch from a white lady once, but that's because I rarely bother.

Is Lexi Belle hot or what?

Riddle: What has four lips, four cheeks and three holes?

Good luck for next week and remember, next time you are eating crabs, be careful of gorillas.

Being board

So the last week has been relatively empty seeing as exams are approaching, however I did find time to watch quite a few more films. In the future, any movie review related material will be found on this blog, which I am collaborating with a few other guys on. My first post was on Quentin Tarantino films which I have watched recently, which include: Inglourious Basterds, Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction.

I found this picture randomly. Cutest pooping picture ever? The mother is looking at the baby's ass like 'wtf is that shit?' LOL











Seeing as English is the first subject to be examined on, I think it fitting, that it's the one I'm least prepared for. With just over a week left, I still haven't begun my module C essay or my belonging creative. I do have a good ability to crap a story out in 40 minutes, but to do so in the trials may be a bit more difficult. Therefore I've decided to write another troll story, so give me any idea which you think is funny, and I'll try to chuck it in. So far it already has a hobo who lives under a bridge called Troll, and the plot revolves around incontinence. Cannot wait for the comments.

I've been wanting to watch a good horror movie recently, probably looking at The Exorcist, but if anyone knows a really good one, give me suggestions please.

What would you do with a trillion dollars? I ask myself that question all the time and try to come up with the best idea. I absolutely love Louis C.K.'s bit on having 85 billion dollars, where he suggests trolling a whole city by opening a chain of stores called 'Pet Ass Fuckers' and just spending all the money keeping the stores open 24/7 for 50 years. Genius. But I really like Oda's One Piece manga's plot, in which a large sum of money is hidden somewhere, and everyone is looking for it. I would build the biggest maze in the world, and guard it with like 10,000 security guards and lasers and wolves and traps and if you actually get to the end, there's just a mirror and you're meant to reflect at what you've achieved. I seriously cannot think of a non-troll thing I would spend a trillion dollars on.

Anyways, just a shorter post today, get back to studying peeps!

"Shoguns have traditionally worn tighty whities" -Shogun

Finding myself

So I've been spending the last week or so talking to specialists and crap, and talked to my dad who sounds really old. Made me feel a little emotion at the fact that I haven't seen him in so long that he sounds like an old man already. I spent a day at my relatives' place who I believe are like second aunt/uncle/cousin, but I'm not good with the whole bloodline thing. It was nice to see people who I haven't talked to in like a decade, plus my cousins are hot! I wonder if that's weird.
Does anyone see any resemblance in this picture? I didn't see it and don't really see it, but do you? (Hint: One of them is closely related to me, the others less so).







I was reading Prince of Tennis and saw this:

Lol.






So the other day I ate a pigeon and the typical Asians left the head on. It was the guiltiest meal I ever had as I ripped the pigeon apart while its lifeless eyes stared back at me. Bloody hell it tasted good though.

I've been watching Hokuto no Ken recently which is Fist of the Northern Star. The best line ever has got to be "you're 100 years too early to..." which is over used in every single fighting anime ever, but still awesome. Also just to show how over the top Hokuto no Ken is, one of the episode titles was "I will wipe away your tears with my fists". What. The. Fuck. What does that- I don't even.

Anyway, I've been meeting lots of new people recently and it's been weird knowing how it will turn out. Most of the people who've known me for a long time will probable agree to what I'm about to say. There are three major phases of knowing me. The first is when we're still kinda strangers and there's a level of awkwardness due to necessary niceties, and I'm sort of a normal person. Once that stage is over, you get to meet the asshole. I act like a total douche to everyone around me for the lols. Then there's a fork. Either run far and fast or stick around for some more. I guess most of the people reading this and I say most not all, sighed and said "fine, whatever, he's not that bad". So if you're new to me, be warned.

Something random I thought of the other day was my funeral song. You know the song that's played when you corpse is being lowered or some shit? Bohemian Rhapsody please. Just tell my mum to stfu and play that song or I will zombify myself and kick your asses.

Out of having too much time I made this. I guess the facts are random and don't mean that you 'know' me, but whatever, I might add some extras, suggest me.

Also for anyone doing the HSC (which is like everyone...) this is a good Bio/Chem website with notes made by a pro ex student. Some of you have already found the notes but just for the others here ya go.

I know this has been a big post, but I've had a lot to do and think about, and if you can be bothered reading, I'll do a big movie post on the weekend since I've seen so much crazy shiet this last week.

Good luck with studying, Trials, UMAT, IB or getting TF2 achievements (though I'm not sure you should be doing that last one).

"Did you find the beetle Toshi?"
"Err we did find it...but it suddenly transformed"
"Harikiri!" -Hijikata & Matsudaira

Epping, muckup, eating and Hornsby

So the last week and a bit have been so eventful I don't even remember what happened. I guess I'll start with the muck-up photo which was pretty good, but I felt a little stupid not dressing up as anything, since nothing like this will come again. But thumbs up to Pyro, the girls dressed as lollies, and the gaylords. Dang's such a man.

Anyway, I went to Epping with Marshmallow to bum around Morning Glory and saw some sweet ass stuff. Eventually she settled on a medium sized Totoro doll. Must find the smaller family members, so kawaii~. Afterwards we went for sushi at the Jap restaurant on the main street, and managed to get two balls down her throat. Takoyaki is pretty awesome. Also got my hands on some proper sushi, not some school canteen shit, holy crap the honeyed egg was awesome. Also first time eating pickled ginger. That's some weird shit right there.


But not as bad as some of the shit I ate later that week. During some lunch (forgot the day) we had the grade vs grade eating challenge. Our team consisted of Mouse, Big Allan, Andy and Gusta, but Gusta pulled out so I subbed in. Unfortunately I was overconfident and we ended up being beaten by the juniors due to my shit eating skills, sorry peeps. For those that are curious, I ate a preserved chili, a gherkin, a pack of spicy preserved Chinese veggies, about 12 slices of bread (may have cheated here, cough cough), a few handfuls of some disgusting green shit, an eighth of an onion, a few 100mL of Solo and a few random lollies, oh and about half a kilo of my own vomit. Mmm-mmm. Yummy. Later that day in Chemistry I lost a Batsu game and ate some soap. Oh the joy.

So onto some more serious/mindfuck stuff, on Saturday I got in another argument with my mum and went for a 'walk', that lasted about 23 hours. Spent most of the night bumming around parra, then caught a train to Hornsby, mainly because I'd never been there. On arrival I looked at the 'next train' sign and it said 3:53am. It was 12:50 at the time. Fuck. Spent the next 3 hours lying on random surfaces, witnessed masses of drunk teenagers stumbling home, saw a hobo seemingly die, then crawl away after an hour of sleeping on his face. All in all it was a terrifying experience yet enlightening in a way. After the train came, the rest is a blur 'til about 3 the next afternoon. Somehow I got from Hornsby to Carlingford despite the fact I'm sure I only caught 1 train. You know the saying "An apple a day keeps the doctor away?" Well I lived off 4 apples and a piece of bread and ended up in hospital for 2 days. Myth busted. I do remember at some point I believed I was a character in someone else's dream, and that when they awoke, I would die. Afterwards I realised I wasn't in a dream and was all like "Holy shit! Mindfuck! I totally exist!" Scary but maybe a life lesson. Saves me buying LSD. So yeah, I got 'arrested', sent to hospital in an ambulance *Weeeee* and spent a few days in a psychiatric ward and chatted a lot with random people about life and shit. I found it funny I had my shoes confiscated, in case I strangled my self with the laces. But the best moment was when I was having a shower, and this sign next to the plastic chair said: "Caution patients! A previous patient had his genitalia stuck in the drainage slats. Please be aware". ROFL At the end of it all, I'm not really sure I learnt all that much, I met a lot of depressed people, and some really cool people e.g. a female janitor at Hornsby station, who stays up every night wiping up teenage vomit on the platforms, yet still enjoying her job and life or Martin the nurse, who went through depression at a young age, but found something to live for i.e. nursing. I guess it's just important to find something to enjoy, or aim for a goal, which unfortunately I don't have right now.

Random question: my mum tracked down my dad who is still alive, should I make an effort to communicate? Personally I feel uncomfortable letting someone in on my life, who's never cared about me, but still, this might be a last chance. Advice me please.

Joke: What did the hungry hen say to his friend? "I'm feeling a little peckish".