James & Georgie

Fuck Christmas. I wish I wasn’t Catholic so I wouldn’t have to celebrate it. Christmas is fucking nothing when all everyone ever does is treat you like shit.

I’m sick of being treated like shit, and I’m very close to deleting every trace of me from the internet. All I ever come across is rude, fucking shit and slack people, who assume things about me and are just rude behind a fucking screen just because they can. So fucking bring it. You can go hide behind your screen and get all hardcore with your keyboard because you don’t even have a fucking identity. You’re just a dastard minion with nothing better to do than to harass people on the internet in the hope of making someone talk back to you, because you have no friends.

It is unbelievable how many rude people I come across online who have the fucking nerve to be so rude just because no one is going to physically get them.

If I ever disappear from the internet, be glad you know why. It happened to Rhiannon.

Ah boo. It’s 22 months that James and I have been together.

You know what sucks? Getting Christmas presents. People always seem to talk about it but I’m so “meh” about it. Our family doesn’t really buy presents at all, for whatever occasion. I don’t know how to explain it but we’re just not huge on presents or whatever. Sometimes my parents buy me things when I need or I do them a favour and buy groceries sometimes, but we don’t buy “presents”.

There were days like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day and whatnot (fuck off. What happened to Kids’ Day in June or whatever?), and in primary school they would have mother’s and father’s day stalls… where you could buy these cheapass little things for your parents, because everyone brought them in as donations, and you could buy whatever shit other people brought in.

Cool right? No. :|

But thanks to my friend Dayze, I am getting some Threadless shirts for Lilian and James. Yay. :3

Well, what a week.

My friend bought a new computer for himself, and asked me to build it for him. Neither of us knew too much about computers, so we pooled our knowledge together and pulled it off, learning quite a bit in the process. For those of you who are into this kind of thing, its specifications are as follows:

Power: Corsair TX 650W
CPU: Intel Core i7 920, 2.67 GHz
RAM: 4 gb DDR3
GPU: ATi Radeon HD 5770
Storage: Seagate SATA 500 Gb
Case: Antec Nine Hundred
OS: Windows 7 Home, 64-bit

It’s an incredible setup. Really. It boots in a bit under 25 seconds, shuts down in a bit under 15. The fans are a bit loud, but that’s because there are five of them.
Anyway, what happened was that his house was hit by a power surge which blew a fuse in the old power supply that was in before the Corsair. We lugged it over to the store where he bought it and managed to refund the old one because the warranty covers this kind of thing. After buying the new power supply, he let me keep it at my place. He didn’t seem too happy about the whole thing; he was very enthusiastic about ordering the parts, but when they arrived he seemed kind of deflated as if they weren’t what he had in mind. However, he had the heart to carry on with the building with me, just because I was very excited about building it.

I don’t know how long the computer will be at my place, but it’s got all my peripherals plugged into it and I’m really beginning to like it. Maybe he’ll sell it to me for cheap, I’m hoping. Besides, he’s got his eye on an even more intense one, with more grunt than I’ll ever need for probably the next decade. I think it looks pretty ugly, but it sort of suits him and his Transformer fantasy. They’d look cute together.

Today at work was pretty mediocre; I pulled in eight hours of work. Three horrible things happened:

1. Some guy I work with slammed down a crate of milk between us as we were filling them. One of the bottles had no lid and we both got friggin soaked
2. A box of mozzarella fell on my head
3. Someone accidentally hit my pregnant boss in the stomach with their trolley

Ahhh, life. I just wish these fans would shut up. The only gripe I have with the case is that two fans are at the front. They’re necessary (and quite good looking) but the noise output is quite high for a ‘quiet’ case.

End transmission. *frog*

Typing errors will be the death of me.

I had a problem with WordPress just then. It turned out to be a new plugin I installed that was causing the problem. When I found this out, I talked to James:

me: HOH
me: FUCK YOU PLUGIN
me: FUCK YOU
James: *PLUG*
me: but i loved that plugin
me: it betrayed me :’(
me: it was poo. I liked that plugin; it put a little icon next to external links like in UTS online :)
me: :(
James: ngawweee! time to move on.
me: and fix the plugin :@
me: give it a /bash
me: and a THURST
me: FUCK
me: FAIL
me: LOL
me: -.-
me: I’m not even going to post the correct emoticon.
me: It would be humiliation by far.
James: *nods* allow me.
James: THRUSTTHRUSTTHRUST
James: Under the flopping red cocks, we can stand erect with proud, outthrust bosoms.

I was intending to be funny and use a rather sexual emoticon of a guy thrusting. Fail. -__-

I did ballet for about seven years, since I was about 9 or 10 years old.

At the beginning of 2008, I stopped. The HSC got in the way and to be honest, I felt that I was losing interest in it because I didn’t have much time to enjoy it…

James has stayed with me through most of this and through me trying to convince my mum to let me go back and that it would NOT be a waste to go. <33

I’m so happy I could cry joyful tears; my mum finally let me go and I’ll be going back this week to work on and do my final exam in December. It’s a bit nerve-wracking because I only have a month to work on it. But, I’ll get there. :)

Next year, I will be able to volunteer my time as a student teacher to work on my teacher’s certificate… aw man. *joy*

OH MY GOD A COCKROACH CRAWLED ON MY HAND. Yeah, it was hiding on the back of a chopping board. So I flicked it onto a bench while freaking out, and shot a rubber band at it which broke off a long, hairy leg. Unfortunately I couldn’t finish him off because the force knocked him a few metres across the kitchen and under my mum’s computer desk.

Today, I wore my luckey holey shirt. It’s a cheap, raggedy shirt with holes in the front and back that have grown there over time. I’m very fond of the shirt, and it’s cool and light in summer. It’s all in all a very good shirt. Wuggs doesn’t like it, humof. Nobody does. They can’t understand just how damn comfortable it is, even today in the very hot weather I still felt okay.

You can eat my dog, you can eat my truck
But you eat my shirt, then you’re out of luck

Kill Zoidberg! Goodnight!

I don’t know why I have Carpenters’ music lying around – must be from the stuff my dad wants me to burn all the time. :S

James and I finished watching The Notebook, and it was great. I know I’ve watched it so many times before, but eh. ;D

I don’t like it when people go on about how long they’ve been together with their boyfriend or whatever. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve “been with” the person. You could be together for ten years but still not know everything there is to know about the person. You might not have even shared a kiss.

Similarly, you might have spent a couple of months with someone, but what you share is special. You might have had long talks over the phone every night.

In my case, I’ve known James for, well, six years. We’ve only been together for two, but we had a good friendship before then.

Hmm well you know what they say. Quality, not quantity. <3