My Ever So Exiting Life

afrolicless @ 2005-05-20T08:54:00

2005-05-19T22:55:32Z

I hate mornings

*edit* Revenge of the Sith makes me hate mornings more
George Lucas, I hate you

afrolicless @ 2004-11-15T22:51:00

2004-11-15T11:51:10Z

Yes yes, all praises to me
who is now ranked 175th in the World Solitaire Rankings for standard rules in Windows XP.
http://www.solitaire-ranking.de.vu/
Feel free to check it out if your bored
ugh, should prolly get back to essay study then
Fun

afrolicless @ 2004-11-04T23:49:00

2004-11-04T12:49:41Z

Heheh yeah, I so rock over the forces of evil

afrolicless @ 2004-10-23T14:24:00

2004-10-23T04:27:47Z

thats it, I'm never introducing my male friends to my female friends again
i'm sick of being the one in the middle
for all of you who want to use me to get to my friends
heres 40c to call someone who cares
I don't
fuck you all

afrolicless @ 2004-10-16T19:20:00

2004-10-16T09:22:12Z

Went for a swim today
God I'm unfit, could barely make it to studyhall to sit and vet for an hour before heading home

The Tea Party are coming to Melbourne on the 3rd of December
Once again I'll miss them
How many years in a row is that again???

Argh, need energy and motivation

Guide to Determining If You Are Constantly Being Mauled by Bears.

2004-09-22T09:20:21Z

BY DAN PRIDE

- - - -

You have back pain.

You have chronic fatigue.

You are in the hospital for bear-claw removal.

You smell like honey.

You smell like fish.

You are a fish.

Your La-Z-Boy is currently occupied by a swarthy, smirking, contempt-ridden greasy bear with a staring problem.

Retail Therapy

2004-09-19T07:58:57Z

Saturday 18th September:
Levis from Dimmeys
Jeff Buckley - Grace [Legacy Edition]

Sunday 19th September
Ash - 1977
Tori Amos - Boys For Pele
Frente - Marvin the Album
Van Morrison - Astral Weeks
Withnail and I
Thermaltake Purepower 420W PSU
50 Octoplus DVD-R 4x Blank Dvds
96 CD Wallet

Can you say overboard on the retail therapy?

afrolicless @ 2004-09-18T16:27:00

2004-09-18T06:24:57Z

retail therapy yay

afrolicless @ 2004-09-16T18:26:00

2004-09-16T08:25:28Z

Got an extra job working at caffiene today
average pay, but free food and drinks, and good company too

Got a girlfriend who I really like,
who one could almost say is perfect for me atm

Not behind with work or anything

Got plenty of money coming in each week

So why the existential angst?

afrolicless @ 2004-09-13T16:52:00

2004-09-13T06:53:02Z

its funny how people always seem to find you when you want to avoid people

afrolicless @ 2004-09-02T15:51:00

2004-09-02T05:52:05Z

Thursdays suck

I think from now on I'll just avoid coming into uni on those days

Don't blame yourself, it was gonna be like that regardless

afrolicless @ 2004-08-28T23:03:00

2004-08-28T13:04:36Z

Why is it no matter how sensitive people are to others moods, they still manage to act annoying happy around you when your obviously both not happy, neither enjoying their conversation.
god-damn girls on msn

afrolicless @ 2004-08-28T22:22:00

2004-08-28T12:51:42Z

The sound of the tap running hot. The sight of the steam rising from the sink. He splashed the water on his face, then brought the razors edge to his neck. He paused, and then dragged it across his skin, removing the hair one line at a time. The mirror has fogged so he couldn't make out his reflection. He quickly used the towel to wipe the condensation from it, revealing his visage.
Why are you you?
He continued to shave, stopping after each stroke to clean the razor with the running tap.
Why is it you see what you see? That you know what you know? Why are you different?
Months of growth fell into the sink with each stroke; what could be considered at cathartic experience if he cared an iota about his facial hair.
Why can't you be like everyone else? Why can't you be reassured like everyone else? Why can't you be advised like everyone else?
He hadn't seen the skin of his face for what felt like his entire life, and then upon seeing his face it was like it had never been covered.
I hate being you
He finished and then splashed more water on his face, clearing the last remnants off. He was a different man.
Why can't you change? Why can't you be someone I can like? That others can love?
The aftershave no longer stung. That or he had become used to the pain.
You never get used to the pain, you never let go. Your doomed to live with it the rest of your life because you want to protect others from it.
Self righteous fuck
He wanted to smash the mirror at that moment. If he had been anyone else he probably would have. He was not. He was who he was, and because of that it was all kept inside. Not even the release found in the bottle exploding was allowed to him. Where he kept himself, the room was limitless.

Parables revisited

2004-08-21T14:20:43Z

So this man and his horse are on a raft in the middle of a lake, when the horse says to the man "Geez I'm thirsty"....stupid fucking horse

afrolicless @ 2004-08-21T17:48:00

2004-08-21T07:53:05Z

Why do people think they can help? Why is it those who come to me for advise and reassurance, try and advise and reassure me with the exact shit I refuse to give out because of its purile nature? Why do people always focus on the positives and ignore the negatives? Do they want to live in absolute ignorance of reality? I'm sick of this all. I'm sinking back down again, and I doubt I'll be coming up for a while. This hole I've dug for myself is one I'm gonna have to learn to live in.

A story for today

2004-08-15T00:39:09Z

The fisherman’s boat crested the waves of the sea of smiling faces. Occasionally the fisherman would come out of his cabin and survey the waters, find it meeting his desires, drop anchor, set out his deckchair and rod and then, casting a line, he would sit, sometimes for hours, and see if any people were biting. Every now and then he caught someone. Excitedly he would reel them in, then gently pull them from the sea with his net. Once on board they would be likely to greet him, sometimes casually, sometimes formally, sometimes angrily (these he would throw back, feelings of guilt compelling him). After a quick exchange of names the fisherman would invite them to join him for some tea and scones. Many joined him but others felt the call of the sea to strongly and, with a hasty apology, would jump back overboard into the sea to go about doing whatever it is they did, (the fisherman, not living in the sea, could only speculate). Those that did indulge him though would sit wi! th him fo r a time, discuss variou s things (the weather a favourite topic although why anyone in the sea was really bothered by what went about outside it he never knew), sometimes exchange stories (the fisherman found himself lacking in this area, having done very little of which he believed worth the recounting), but always, in the end, the call of the sea would beckon and not all the tea or scones in the world could to convince the person to stay a while longer. At such a time the person would excuse themself, apologise for not staying longer, and then jump back overboard. Then, as always, the fisherman would put away his rod, his deckchair, haul anchor, and sail on.

Oh yeah, and happy birthday me...

afrolicless @ 2004-08-12T22:56:00

2004-08-12T12:57:06Z

Memory Weirdness

2004-08-08T13:25:35Z

You know, normally, memory is supposed to be triggered by events and actions, and those memorys are supposed to be lasting some what. So why is it that my memories seem to come on almost at random and never be anything big or specific? Very annoying. Also distracting, very good at breaking thought trains.

afrolicless @ 2004-07-28T01:35:00

2004-07-27T15:35:43Z

Somethings are wrong, somethings are right, I'll let you decide what you think of this pic.

Rando The Magnificent

2004-07-27T15:06:24Z

My mind does not seem to be either here nor there tonight. Attempts at intelligent dialogue and constructive thought seem to be all but impossible.
Sadly, Jung's Answer to Job seems out of my mental reach this evening. Indeed, anything practical is all but impossible. Oddly, memories seem to be arising from out of my unconscious. Memories of people I've known, of mild acts of affection, of little flirtations, of girls I've liked and people I've admired. A memory of singing the repetitious lines of a song with someone I later found was depressed; of another whose accent made serious "I will miss you" even though I'd only be going to the toilet; of a teacher who is a better student then any I would know, and who has inspired me to continue learning myself; a lonely person, shy and reserved, boyfriend several thousand miles away, opening up and showing a desire for physical affection that one would never guess was there.
Doubts are creeping in, about my abilities, my potential, my direction. I've been told I'm smart, that I'm good at what I do, that if I were to apply myself I could be great. But what if I cannot apply myself? What if the desire and motivation I possess is not and will never be in the directions which my potential seems to be for? What if I can never find anything to motivate me beyond that which I can do passively? Will I fall into the trap of a career that does not interest me purely to pay the bills?
Someones talking to me on msn, I bare no particular love or hate for this person, in fact their someone i have no real desire to interact with either way, but I'm talking to them none the less.
Perhaps what I'm doing now is my real skill. An opening up of the gates internal allowing for an externalisation of what is there. Writing. It is effortless, seeming almost to be like breathing. How can anyone be bad at it? Something i've often wondered. Sometimes i find it painful to read others works, sometimes for lack of originality, sometimes for inability to verbalise, sometimes for just plain crapness. And then, having raised myself above them in a hidden show of arrogance, I turn to my own work in disgust. How can anyone read it and honestly find anything good there? My last story for WRF which I had planned on burning seemed to do quite abit better then the previous work which I not only enjoyed writing but also reading afterwards.
Perhaps I am a hack, one who can never really master a skill but can use it sporatically. My writings never been structured or disciplined, my attempts to do so seem to normally be failures (even though you all seemed to enjoy my story, it wasn't that great). In philosophy too, my inability to focus on and sometimes to even take in what I'm learning has been stopping me from really getting into it in recent times. If I make a concerted effort to try harder, will it come back? I have uneasy feelings thats not the case, but it seems the only thing I can really do.
More memories, far more recent, sleeping on a couch with someone else, opening my eyes and seeing them huddled up under the blanket on their side, almost seeming to try and avoid contact. But why then are they there? Their own bed is only seconds walk away, and despite their claims that they don't want to leave the room because of the heater, I know their bed is far warmer then this couch. Perhaps there is something to my questions about her behaviour, perhaps I should listen to my feelings, but then again my instincts tell me otherwise.
There is some desire I think to answer these questions, to follow up these memories, to find some meaning, but as with all else, no energy to pursue. Think I'm gonna do something else.

Fucking Fuckers!!!

2004-07-26T11:37:27Z

So you go into college, having just moved out, and ask politely "So when can I expect to have my bond refunded?" to which you get the reply "The forms been passed to the accounts officer, and she would have processed it before going on her holiday, so it should be there next week." Three weeks later, bank account looking fairly pathetic, I wander back in and ask the accounts officer whats happened. "Oh yes, before I can do that, there was something I needed to ask you involving the fact that you get free internet and that I forgot that so when I saw that you had negative internet credit I thought you owed us money but you don't so thats cleared and now you can expect the bond in next two weeks" "You know, I'm fairly desperate for that money, I was expecting it a few weeks ago and need it for bills etc." "Oh, in that case I'll get it all organised today so that it can be processed immediately, and the money will be in your account next Monday"
Next monday, same place.
"Oh yeah, sorry, forgot to process it, you were kinda desperate for that money weren't you? I'll be sure to get onto it right away, for sure this time"
Right......
If you happen to see me in the ag with a sign "Will drop pants for food", at least you'll know why.

Get on the band wagon!!!

2004-07-20T12:49:12Z

Get those lovely folks from the cure back to Oz!!!
http://www.petitiononline.com/CureOz04/
A petition apparently got them out here last time, so lets try it again.
(props to shannon for putting it together, you rock my world)

afrolicless @ 2004-07-18T02:11:00

2004-07-17T16:11:05Z

How good is spam

afrolicless @ 2004-07-15T23:36:00

2004-07-15T13:37:02Z

want more angel damnit!!!!

Soo Cool

2004-06-25T08:28:10Z