drink.drunk.drink.

I went to town last night. For those not in the know, town is where the clubs are. The nightclubs.
The nightclubs I went to was The Sovereign, The Cri, Mad Cow, and Finneys.
Sovereign=Good. Not many people. Quiet.
Cri=Same as above+Cheap drinks
Mad Cow=No opinion, was in there 2 seconds
Finneys=Never going back in there
Hmm yeah. Not a big drinker, but lately I have been drinking more. Weird.

Short story #2

"JEEVES! MORE RUM!" he shouted at his butler through the intercom. It's not that he was a lazy fellow, well he once wasn't at least At 23 he was slim, athletic, and ready to take on the world in accounting, but all things change when you win the lottery.

He become a multi-millionaire over night. Anything he could ever dream of was his. All for the taking. Now at 28, he was a large slovenly man. He had no need to move, he was rich! He spet the day perousing the internet. Looking at naked woman. No real woman would touch him the way they do their partners. He knew it was all fake. He didn't care. He just wanted someone.
He sometimes wished he'd never won the money, just kept working like every other person on the planet; he didn't need to, but he still could have.

These are his regrets at 28.


In a story mood, don't judge me.

Stuck in my head

He sits at his study, thinking of what to write. He pours another half glass of whisky. It's beginning to warm from the temperature. He wished he had ice left. Each sip lands in his stomach like a big 'fuck you'. He deson't know what to write, who to write about, or for. Pointless writing for himself when he has started to see the world so bleak.

Bah, a childrens author, what was he thinking? Write one novel poem, and people label you this and that. Never mind the thousands of short storys he's written which are now nothing more then kindling.
The thoughts swirl in his head. He tries to combine them all. Finding rhymes, dreaming of pictures, but every rhyme and every picture is as bleak and dark as the next.
It no longers seems the ideas are swriling, but rather he is. He takes another sip of warm vodka. This time he practically hears plonk in his gut. It smashes his stomach. Alcohol. His last source. To drink his problems away. It won't work. It. Never. Does.


I was drinking hot tap water and this kind of, formed. Not sure what it means, maybe it just gave me the comparison to vodka. idk. I've been up 23 hours, with still more to come. I almost kept writing the story then. And I keep mispelling words. This isn't going to twitter. This is mine. If someone stumbles upon it, so be it.

I have decided.

I have alot of blogs. I have 2 drawing ones and one where I rant. I have been using the rant one for regular blogs. BUT NO MORE. This will no be for my insane rambling things. It has a good name too. It is my name. I like my name. Do you?

Anyway, that is all. I am assuming tonight I will hit my "I will write about tomatoe juice" phase, and something will be written. Goodhello.

Hello Twitterers.

If you're reading this, you most likely saw my tweet. Thank you for caring about me :P

Well yesterday I went shopping with my sister. My Mums brush broke that morning, so being the lovely kiddies we are, we thought we'd go buy her a new brush.
We went to the pharmacy in Stockland (for those who aren't in Townsville, it's a shop) and looked at the brushes. We found the one we were going to buy, and my sister brushed the end of my hair and said "Now you have lovely hair". Nothing to bad, but the store policy in there is "You brush it, you bought it" (although there are no signs saying this!) Now we were buying the brush anyway, plus planning to buy alot more items, and fill some scripts, but the old (now I say old, but you may think 'what to a 19 y/o is old' well, she looked around 55+) women who worked there, camde up to us (my sister and I) and basically yelled "YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO BUY THAT NOW!" and my sister said "We are buying it" to which was replied "YEAH YOU USED IT YOU HAVE TO BUY IT!" (May I say at this point, even if we weren't going to buy it, it was a $3 brush. Not like we are poor!) My sister said again "Yes, we are buying it". We then went back to looking at other brushes for my sister. The old lady just stood there, staring at us. We then walked off to look at perfumes and colognes. The lady followed us and kept watching us. She then yelled "I CAN RING IT UP FOR YOU NOW!" and I replied "Can you not see we are STILL looking around". She finally walked off. We were relieved. Then I saw her talking to another employee. Next minute that employee was following us around the store. So my sister and I just walked randomly around saying "WOW she's so ninja" and laughing. After awhile it did get old. Being followed like common criminals. So my sister said "Fuck this" and threw the brush and stormed out of the store. We were then chased out, with the employee saying we were thieves. I said "We were buying the fucking brush (yes I know, there was no need for language, but if you were followed around like a common dog, you'd be a tad pissed too) we didn't appreciate being followed!" To whcih she replied "You're thieves, that's theft" and my sister said "THE BRUSH IS IN THE STORE!" and no matter what we said she would reply "You're thieves, that's theft". My sister said, "WE'LL GO PAY FOR THE BRUSH THEN!" So we walked to the counter and waited, but I thought "Nah, f**k this, I'm not letting them treat me like this" So I went and told a manager. He said he'd talk to the employees (whether he did or not, I don't know). The point is after all this, my sister was crying. They made my little sister cry over a $3 brush.

I may have rambled during this, but my point is; Why are young kids (even tho at 19, I don't think I'm that young) treated like garbage at shops. Admittedly it is usually older people, which begs the question if it is just because they are given a tiny bit of power in a deadend job? Because they're angry that they have a deadend job? All of the above?

Well they lost around $200 on items we were going to buy, and now I will not be going back there.

I would ask you to join me in my boycott of angry old bitches, and infact I will.

Join the boycott of the angry old bitch pharmacy that made my poor little sister cry!

Thankyou for reading, have a good day.

The many things that have annoyed me in the past month.

There have been alot of things that annoyed me in the past month. I planned to write it earlier today, but had stuff to do. Now I've forgotten a few of them (I'm sure they'll come back to me)

1. Eclipse Mint add.
Mainly the music, but also the entire add as a whole. I mean seriously "Eat an eclipse mint, then magically there will be an eclipse, and you can make out with strangers and no one will see you"

2. Disney stars
They're making children sluts. I think if Walt Disney were alive today, he would be so pissed off, and not just because there are still Jews (ZINGED YA WALT)

3. People in America
I read that Miley Cyrus has a 4 billion dollar class action lawsuit against her for a picture she took where she held her eyes slanted. Apparently some people (Asians, I guess) are offended by this. I don't think they're offended, I think they want money. It disgusts me how low people are; it also made me realise I could never be famous. I would offend so many people before I even got my first paycheck.

Some more later, I'm taking a nap.

Long time, no blog.

Where does the time go? Well not much has happened since I last blogged. I (well technically my dad) found all my old Yu-Gi-Oh cards. Haven't seen them since I moved over 2 years ago. I thought I'd lost them during the second move, but luckily I didn't. They were all in good condition in a cardboard box (which is very odd, since it was raining non stop, and the garage was flooded) Anyway, like the nerd I am, I've bee fine tuning, and re-tuning my deck. Trying to get it nice and neat should I ever want to enter a big competition. Going out to buy some of the new 5D cards on the weekend.

Speaking of weekends; I should (hopefully) be going out on Saturday to do some electronics shopping. Dad promised me a new computer for my birthday (which was Jan 2nd) and my lovely sister (Alex) needs a new phone. She's had her old one for like...3 years I think. 

I don't know how she's lasted, my phone timeline looks like this:

1999(?)- Old analog phone for one day

2002(?)- Nokia 3315

Honestly, a 3315 was the definitive phone. They has so many awesome cases, and were indestructible...well somewhat.

2003(?)-After my Nokia was left on the back of a car, and flung off to smash into a gutter, I had a little blue Motorola for around 5 or so months, before getting a brand new 3315.

Eh, screw the timeline, I'll just name them.

Then, while I had a 3315, I got the [infamous] coke phone

-"You're a dork"

It was an awesome school phone, the front of the screen lifted off, so me and my friends (who were all uber and had it) would put a piece of paper underneath, that said "This phone is off"

The teacher wasn't allowed to take it. I was hardcore.

Then I got my first colour screen phone (Nokia 3120?) not long after. I loved the poly ringtones. They sounded so real, not like the tones these days. After that phone, I got another Nokia. The sides of it would light up when you got a call, and it came with a case that had led lights down the back. You'd sway it back and forward, and it would show words. Man, it ruled. (True story: I actually walked to Willows from Condon at 8:30p when they rang and told me it was in) After that, it was my first 'smartphone'. It was a Motorola something, it had voice calling, photo editing, all neato stuff. After a year it broke, and I had to use my old Nokia again. The Moto however, was on a plan (with insurance) so I paid $100 and got a new one (RRP $1200 when I first got it, about $600 when I got a new one). That phone lasted until my 18th birthday last year. It kept freezing up, so I used my birthday money to get another Nokia (6300). That phone lasted until September. It also started to play up, so I got my current phone. The iPhone.

Oh yeah, my sister has had her phone since I've had my second Nokia (with light up sides).

Wow, way off track. Point was, after 3 years, her phone internal memory (it was like 6mb) is full, and she can't get txts anymore.

Wow, don't even know what the point of this blog was to begin with. Oh well.

Happy Valentines day, incase I don't blog before.

Later.