I still can't decide whether this hermit life-style is for me. I love the fact that I'm forever pre-occupied. But it's a tiny bit concerning that I spent about 6 hours of a saturday night going back and forth spamming my friend's inbox with useless worldly facts and discussing first-world problems- abortions, pre-nuptials, plastic surgery, religion...I'd rather worry about not having enough food to eat.

Where there's a con there's always a pro. I'm really excited that my friend (who lives on the other side of the world) has applied for psych-related jobs in Sydney!

 Don't be so readily available for people. You'll end up feeling like a push-over.

I think I'll find increased difficulty in reverting this blog back into a food/make up blog later on, I might give that a bit more thought. I've rather enjoyed coming here and dropping a line or two. It makes me feel warm, like I'm actually talking to someone. I might do it more often. I'm exhausted.

As much as I despise you, goodnight beautiful world.

Hey hey hey heyyy

 I love how when one thing goes wrong everything follows. I think I've had just about every possible unfortunate event happen, crammed in the past 5 months, but I'm still alive... so I guess.. that's... good..ish.. Now I know why people shoot up heroin. I'm so tired. I can't wait for this year to be over... now where's my magic dragon...

UWS thought I talked trash, wrote ambiguously, incoherently and my papers were often uh... "oddly structured" and "confusing". Usyd... You speak-a-ma-lingo!

Perhaps we'd cross paths in the near future, perhaps never. Nonetheless, UWS, because of you, I've stayed true to my grammatical incongruency.. I mean.. masterpiece.

You've got a fast car

I've developed some serious aversive conditioning to names starting with B, followed by the letter O, and consequently, Justin Long. I really enjoy driving, I need a driving song. I feel sick when I think about uni. For I have doubts. Someone once told me the riveting 9 to 5 life that we shun our humanity to cultivate is not living. My mum always tell me to be normal, act normal and bury that suppressed ego. No, everyone else has deviated and I'm as normal as they come. Why should I change myself to fit other people's obscurities? One day i'll find people who are as normal as I am.

Frango

I'm incredibly stressed. I got up this morning and told my parents I don't want to do this anymore. They were very supportive and encouraging, they told me to toughen the fuck up, this is what life is all about, stick it up and get the hell on with it. We don't breed weaklings and didn't raise you to be a give upper.. hahaha, maybe not in those exact words. Tough love runs this household.

Anyway, I decided to be social and saw a friend yesterday. T and I ventured to Frango @ Petersham for a ridiculously early dinner at approximately 2.45PM. Unfortunately the kitchen wasn't open, so we ended up getting eat-in take-away food.

T just had lunch and said he wasn't hungry, but I disregarded that fact.. because when we eat we do it right, right?? I ended up ordering a whole chicken, large chips and a large greek salad. We polished it all off. Chicken was a bit dry.. no where near as great as night time service.