Getting ugly....

This is me at the moment. Decaffeinated.

Tired, cranky and just plain bitchy.

I want coffee and I want it now.

New Years promises...

It is that time again where everyone says they'll do this and that and everything else as a New Years Resolution.


And, obviously, I am too. And I'll try my best to do them to ('cos they'll mostly be easy ones :P )


So here goes:
1. Get furniture..... before flatmates move in (this way I'll get what I want. I'm nice like this)
2.Not stress over every detail in an assignment (this is a forte of mine. It'll be hard too)
3. Not nag my flatmates to clean/tidy/do something my way (this'll be hard)
4. Walk somewhere outside of the house/flat most days. Uni doesn't count. Unless it's raining.


Not too bad eh?


A friend of a friend also said it's great to have a theme for the year, like Braveheart / Beautiful mind, so I'm gonna give it a go.... I know what I want it to be.... I just need a catchy way of saying it....


Proud and Promiscuous.


I want to be a slut more social....


What are other people promising themselves this New Year?

Internetless and isolated.

On holiday with the fam-bam for christmas.

It is like a trip to hell..... really. It has.

I have a total bitch for a sister. So no internet access for 2 weeks, hence the lack of posting (I know, someone with forethought would've lined posts up and been prepared. Alas, I am lazy).

Major props to my shopping bestie for letting me use her net for a few mins.

The things you learn...

So last night (well, friday night) decided it would be a great idea to go to a mates house and have a few drinks. I wasn't going to have much because I had to drive 2hrs the next day.

Well.... I went with a 3/4 full bottle (1lt bottle too) of 40% vodka.... and emptied it. And then had Kahlua. Straight.

Things I learnt that night...
1. Weed is gross. The taste was awful. First time. Last time.
2.Food! This is nothing new really but needed to be added. I was so hungry (and still drunk) when I woke up.
3. Check the taxi takes EFTPOS so you don't have to pay with your already maxed-out credit card.
4. Don't wear contacts, or rather, don't take them out while drunk. Not smart.

Felt soooo bad the morning after. I'm not usually one for hangovers, and I don't usually drink that much, but man. Felt bad.

I have to point out, I am not a silly drunk. I get over protective and controlling. We mished it to the busstop, all 4 of us, because I didn't want my friend to wait for the bus alone.

I'd like to say all above lessons are well learned, but I know better. Except for no.1. NEVER AGAIN.

I have furniture!

I have chairs!! I can finally sit.

And they are pretty chairs too.

I took the photo from the auction. Sure it would've been easy enough to take my own, better photo but I'm lazy today.

All I need now is a nice table to go with them (yes, I have a table but I was given it. It's ugly!).

Ewwww Yuck

Wanna see something gross?

Sadly, this isn't the worst of it. Apparently some people have a disability when it comes to cleaning.

Retards.

I love student flats. Really. As much as I love cleaning.

Yawn... I live under a rock now.

Because I am awesome, and no longer live with an internet connection (and currently have no furniture, but whatever), my live has suddenly become much less interesting.

Also, since I am no longer in touch with the world, I don't have anything interesting to write about, cos no one want to read about how I can't finish setting up my power because I don't know which of the 6 meters in my building is mine (Yes, I have power, but fuck knows who is paying for it).

So life is boring.

Holy Floating Fireplace Batman!

How cool is this:

Oh. My. Fucking. God.
It floats. Totally awesome.

I don't think I would ever actually want to buy one because I don't like the style, but OMG, imagine having a floating fireplace in your house. Total conversation piece.

Images from miresparis.com. I took them from desiretoinspire.net.

Dear Lord:

Lets pray together now [no, I'm not religious but fuck it]

"These pant things are awful. please smite the designer off the face of the earth and send a plague of locusts to the factory that produces them.
Amen"

Image taken from goddamit.com.

Naive much?

Well, the old man just learnt [side note, isn't learnt a word?] the hard way about buying things off auction sited like ebay/graigslist/trademe.

He bought a motor for the van [it kicked the bucket]. It doesn't go. It won't start.

Oh dear. And I was relying on the van to get all my crap [namely my bed] out of this shit hole of a village [yes, village. Sad no?] and into civilization.

Bugger.

Yum!

I wish I could have this.... So bad.

The Sound of Shit

Literally.
Toilet walls should be sound-proof. I don't need the hear you do your number twos.

Plop...... plop..... ..... .... plop.

Gross!

Just sayin'.

Hide The Gap Teeth!!

Am I missing something here??

Why is it now acceptable for a model to have a gap in her teeth that I could drive a cattle truck through?

I may be painting myself with the shallow brush, but seriously, shit is ugly! Photoshop that shit!!

And what is with the gaping mouth thing that also seems to be contagious in the fashion scene? "Ahhh.... I'm in shock that I got a job with my hick teeth..."

A model is meant to be an inhuman example of perfection for gays and women around the world to aspire to.

Ok, so they are trying to make them seem more human and less perfect, but surely the most appropriate way to do this would be to feed the models and not Photoshop their waists to match the width of their ankles?!?

Don't get me wrong, the model (Ashley Smith) pictured above is beautiful.... just with her mouth closed.

Images from goddammit.com and stylebyme.net respectively. Where they got them from, I don't know.

The Light Of My Dreams

I want it bad. Real bad..... Is it normal to love objects that can't possibly reciprocate such feelings?

Ignore my shitty MSPaint skills (or lack thereof).

Original from www.desiretoinspire.net. Don't know where they scored it from.

Effortless Style my ass.

Seriously, some people are just baffling. Before I get started, this needs an explaination.

I read many blogs, the majority being design blogs (interiors, industrial, that sort of thing). One I read has just moved to a new site in a pointless attempt to reinvent herself (the author) and launch herself into her new career (I think). Anyway, there was a DIY post for napkins. (Go read and come back, the rant will make more sense that way)
The idea was nice but the execution was tacky. So I posted a comment, something along the lines of: "This maybe snarky, but glue? Seriously? For the napkin it's kind of understandable but wouldn't it be more permanent to use fabric paint."
Then I listed a suggestion for the napkin holder as well, because really, when you are trying to sell yourself as a designer, or someone with taste, glue doesn't cut it. Shit is tacky! [Ignore the pun] Fabric paint is not expensive! I bought a product to add to paint so that it becomes fabric paint for around $11 from Spotlight. A small bottle that goes a long way. Surely a tidier, more permanent solution for the project is the kind of thing you want to be telling your readers.

Anyway, back to the point, I posted my comment and awaited moderation with bated breath. And she denied it. What sort of cozy, padded fantasy world is she trying to live in? People are bitchy honey! That is life. Denial will only work for so long, you can't keep denying every slightly negative comment that does not reinforce the perfect image you have in your mind life. It isn't like I was an anonymous troll, leaving hateful comments on your page. The comment I left was constructive, and I used my name and Blogger account to post it.

I don't like her 'style' of decorating either, but that is a rant for another time.

Well, F--k!

How many times have I said that recently?

Welcome to my personal scrapbook/soapbox/project that I'll undoubtedly neglect after it loses its appeal.

I've been meaning to do this for a while now.... but really I'm too lazy, but with a sudden need to rant, I realized there was no time like the present.

Eventually I'll make a pretty title, find a suitable background and whore promote myself more than a Christmas sale at The Warehouse ('cos I'm classy like that).

Beware though, I'm not into political correctness and I don't give a shit if I offend anyone.

And I swear.