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| I was bored today so I went on Omegle. For those who don't know, Omegle is a site that lets you chat to someone random each time. Completely random.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: My penis is thick.
You: what, compared to spaghetti?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: I like cheese.
You: Good for you! I like cheese too!
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: 16 m usa u?
You: Not interested.
Stranger: lol ok
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hey
You: hey
You: merry Christmas for yesterday Stranger
Stranger: when u gonna let me tap dat?
You: um, never?
Stranger: do u have a penis?
You: do i?
Stranger: Yes. do u have a penis?
You: I don't know. you tell me
Stranger: umm
You: i have a question for you
You: do you have a brain?
Stranger: yes. 4x bigger then a womans brain
Stranger: its science.
You: well that explains the massive dick coming out of your forehead you chauvanistic pig
Stranger: rage much?
You: no, just being philosophical
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: hello
Stranger: hi
You: please don't hit on me, i'm not pretty
Stranger: oh fine.......ssup?
You: ceiling =P
You: what's up your end?
Stranger: ceilig fan
You: ah, that's only nice if it's boiling up your end
You: is it?
Stranger: yep it does boil during summers.........
Stranger: its winter now.......
You: northern hemisphere - white christmas?
Stranger: so wht makes u think u arent pretty?
Stranger: yep it sure is.........
You: *shrug* i just didn't feel like getting hit on for the tenth time today =P
Stranger: k......how was ur xmas?
You: it was good
You: just stayed at home and read books
You: i gtg make dinner now
You: bubai
So girls, if you ever feel like no guy would ever want you, just go onto omegle. Guys, if you feel like no guy would ever want you, just go onto omegle and pretend you're a girl. If you ever feel the need to hone your sarcasm on deserving individuals, go onto omegle. If you ever feel that the human race is going downhill... you're right and the proof is on omegle. | | |
| It's been a while since I posted, so I decided, oh, I should post. Wonderful how my mind works.
On the 15th of December, 2009, 7 young travellers set out to reach the sands of time. Their names were Tracy, Sharon, Tina, Ling, Chen, Derek and Mandy.
Ok, I shall now cut the crap.
Tuesday:
So I got to Pennant Hills train station, bought my ticket at the counter (the guy was like "Civic? Wow. Don't get many of those." Waited on Platform 2 for Tina and Shaz to show up. A lady sitting on the same bench as me started talking then Tina and Shaz finally came. They bought their tickets. We got to Hornsby. As we got off the train, Tina (or was it Shaz?) said "We should go buy our tickets now, shouldn't we?"
You can understand my confusion. Turns out they bought tickets to Hornsby, not Civic. So they went out of the ticket barriers, bought tickets to Civic then came back in. Well done guys.
You can understand my amusement.
So I give Tracy a call to make sure that a) she's actually on the train and b) she's bought her ticket to Civic. Clever girl, affirmative on both counts. So all four of us stood around on the platform, Tracy talking about how she left her bottle of water on the kitchen counter at home and how she had to buy an overpriced bottle and me laughing at sms's from my brother that may or may not have included explicit language. Ok, they did. I'm not sure if he corrupted me or if I corrupted him. I'm inclined to say it's the former.
The four of us get up to Civic after the very delayed train finally arrives. Shaz fell in love with the scenery, taking photos left, right and centre. Well, not so much centre seeing as the centre was the train and it was boring. She has decided that when she grows up, she's going to live in Woy Woy. At least, I think it was Woy Woy. She liked how it was out of the way and the views and everything. A new Finland it seems. Played I Spy and Celebrity Heads.
After a bit of panic we find the bus stop and get on the 130 bus to Nelsons Bay, get our keys and get into the unit. Shaz went photo crazy again while Tina and I went cleaning kitchen crazy and after some time we decided to go out. Shaz went to an internet cafe, Tina Tracy and I went to Coles. Among our purchases was a bunch of celery. This is a vital detail, be sure to keep this in mind. Then I went to meet Ling and Chen at the bus stop then somehow we all found our way back home. Except for Derek who was still on the train. Or had just gotten on the bus. I don't remember. No matter.
Then we went to check out the beach. I got my jeans wet. Ling and Chen threw around a ball. Shaz took photos. (see a pattern anyone?) We had fun.
Shaz and I have lots of fun making fairy bread. Derek got to the apartment, I don't remember if someone met him, I was too engrossed in the fairy bread. We baked pizzas in the oven. The pizzas got stuck to the foil. I don't remember what else we did. Derek expressed his dislike for celery. I tried to make a toasted sandwich with cheese and spam for Tracy. Among the questions I asked whilst attempting the impossible.
"Is this stove on?"
"Can I turn the stove down a bit?"
"Tracy, do you like your toasted sandwich untoasted?"
"Tracy, do you like your cheese toasted sandwich with cheese in the middle or on the outside?"
"Tracy, do you like your toasted sandwich held together or falling apart?"
"Tracy, do you like your toasted sandwich on a plate or stuck to the pan?"
Needless to say, I refrained from making any other cooking attempts.
Scrabble, Viewpoint, Dr Horrible, then the girls went into a room to have a D&M for a few hours before bedtime.
Wednesday:
Derek reported that us four girls were very loud even with the door closed. Luckily he heard only us laughing and nothing of great significance. Or so he says. When he starts blackmailing us, we'll know what he really heard.
Breakfast then beach! We found our way to a different beach from the one before. Threw around a tennis ball in the water. Yes, I know I said I wouldn't swim. Don't worry, I will come to regret it in time. Got out of the water, walked down to the marina to have fish and chips for lunch. Good thing we weren't sharks, otherwise we'd be having fish and ships. HA HA, GET IT?! Yes, I know, that was lame. *clears throat* So, where was I? Ah yes, we had fish and chips (not ships! LOL) and took photos of massive pelicans! They were funny and fat and walked like penguins and one of them nearly scared me into falling with Shaz's camera into the water. Good thing there was a railing there because Shaz told me that she would have saved her camera instead of me. Can I just point out however that by the time she's rescued her camera it's probably already dead but I, being such a strong character with high levels of endurance would be much more worth saving seeing as I would still be alive?
Then Tina and Derek went to Coles and apartment while the rest of us beached it at the beach we went to on Tuesday. Had a lot of fun until I seized and had to be carried out by two guys. I assume they were guys, I had my eyes closed and their voices sounded like they belonged to men. Good thing I wasn't breathing, so not too much sea water was swallowed. See? I told you I'd regret it! I told me I shouldn't have gone swimming! I told me so!
Then went back to the unit where I showered and seized, went to bed for a nap while everyone else ate dinner, I seized and fell off the bed. I was on the lower bunk and it was a good thing that the ladder wasn't completely attached to the bed otherwise I'd have hurt my neck pretty badly, so I simply fell right through. Bruised my left ear and I think the right side of my head copped some punishment. All. Are. Punish-ed! (Sorry, I'm going through Romeo and Juliet with my brother.)
Then I seized on the floor, hit my head on the bedpost so as soon as I could, I spun 180degrees in my sleeping bag so that my head was where my feet were and vice versa and fell asleep like that. You can understand the confusion of whoever found me sprawled, unmoving on the floor like that. Oh, I'm writing, I have dramatic licence! Well, no, it's not in my wallet but I'm sure you'll live without it. So Shaz offered to swap rooms with me so I wouldn't have to contend with the ladder again. Isn't that sweet of her? *huggles*
So after sulking for a while I decided to go back out and have some dinner (which, thanks Derek, it was very nice and edible, key note being edible =P) then we played Camp Cooper. Loved it. Then girl's D&M again then sleep. Or for those of us who couldn't sleep, we attempted to.
Thursday:
Thursday woke with me in a decidedly evil mood having gotten very very little sleep. We decided to explore town and see what there was to discover. As it turns out, not much aside from a wonderful little dollar store which we planned to return to but never did. They had some wonderful beads there. Then went back to the apartment for a lunch of instant noodles, cooked spam and a few stalks of celery. I really should have made more fairy bread, speaking of which after I finish this post I will need to go make some to eat. Fairy bread is so very delicious.
Then watched the Addams Family Values which Shaz had brought up. After that was over and I had professed my desire to marry Wednesday Addams, we beached it again though this time I was humbled by my experience and did not dare set foot into the water again. Well, I did, but only ankle deep. Give or take a few inches. More give than take. Tina found two pippis still alive and kicking. Well, they would have been kicking except that they don't kick. This is getting to be quite a long post. Went back, had a beautiful dinner of prawns with egg, Bob the barramundi and salad. Watched (sort of anyway) Love Actually and Princess Bride where Tracy and I professed our desire to bash Buttercup up for being such a useless wuss. Then mind blank, what did we do? Ice cream, that's right. Yummy yummy chocolate ice cream and in my case, with sprinkles. Then, to bed, but only after a girls' D&M.
Edit: I cannot believe I forgot this. So the night was full of insects and flying things. Tracy has a can of insect repellent spray. Remember Mrs Taylor and how she'd spray disinfectant everywhere? Shaz became Mrs Taylor that night and started spraying EVERYWHERE, on our arms, our feet and in Tina's face. Tina screamed when she copped the mouthful and ran out waking Derek up, Shaz ran out after her trying to apologise, Tracy sat on the bed shaking her head and smiling in amusement and I laughed till my stomach hurt. It was wonderful. =) A moment I wish were on video.
Friday:
We woke at 7:30 to Shaz's surprisingly un-annoying alarm. Or rather, my alarm went off first. So I decided to be a Nazi and rouse everyone but everyone was already quite well organised. After a nice breakfast that finished off everything in our fridge except for the celery, we cleaned up and got ready to go. Sort of. We had to deal with the celery. I tried to entice everyone to eat the wonderful green vegetable. Only a few succumbed, much to my displeasure. So what to do? I cut it up into pieces and threw it all in an ice cream tub for consumption on the train. Train snacks in a snap! Haha, get it? Celery snaps! SNAP! Yeah.
Dropped off our luggage at the key office along with the keys, went off for one last hike around Nelsons Bay then Gloria Jeans. I seized one last time, then it was on to Henny Penny's where people bought non-celery food, retrieving our bags from the key office and me going to get chocolate and solo from Coles. I went solo. HAHA! Get it? Get it? Get it?
So we got on the bus, everyone fell asleep (or tried to), we arrived at the train station, I bugged everyone to eat celery, Tina threatened to strangle me and I ran to the toilets. Shaz went camera crazy again Derek got out his PSP and Ling and Chen started going on about dolphins as they had been the whole trip. Then, we got on the train, played "Our side is better because", and The Rich List, there was more talk of dolphins, about half the icecream tub-ful of celery was consumed and we found ourselves at home, exhausted but very happy. Or at least I did, I know for a fact Derek didn't find his way home till Saturday. And he says he has a good sense of direction. Yeah, 'sif.
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| Maths can go die.
I have observed an improvement with my psych.
I finally managed to get him to understand that ignoring evidence is in no way logical or scientific. Behold, this day shall go down in history. The 28th of November shall henceforth be referred to as the Day a Doctor Gained a Basic Understanding of Common Sense. I know it's a bit of a mouthful, so we can shorten it to DDGBUCS. To help you remember it, we can also refer to it as a Dodgy Doctor Gives Bullshit Up.... I can't think of anything for CS other than Counter Strike. Oh yes I can. A Dodgy Doctor Gives Bullshit Up Concerning Stress. But this isn't entirely true because he still says it's because of stress. But he's beginning to think like a normal person, so I'll let that slide.
How did I do it? I'm not even entirely sure myself. I said something about:
2+1+c =3+c
Therefore 2+1+c=/=3
You cannot ignore the c, even if you don't know the value of c, even if you think c is miniscule. If c turns out to equal 0.01, the answer to 2+1+c = 3.01, not 3.
He finally admitted that medical sciences may not have developed enough to detect what's really wrong, but our best guess is that it's psychogenic.
Finally, an open mind. That was all I really needed.
Maths, as it turns out, does serve a purpose. You have no idea how grudgingly I admitted that. And now, I must return to maths. Therefore, it can still go die. | | |
| I just want someone to lie to me.
To tell me that it's ok.
I want to believe that.
But I won't.
I just want things to be normal again.
So that I can have my life back.
I'm waiting for the day that all this stops.
The day that I'm set free.
I just want to know I'm safe.
I just want to know it'll be ok in the end.
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| So, in short, I think I'm at a point where I have no idea what's going to happen in the next month, let alone what's going to happen next year, or what I want to do for a career, blah di da.
Because, seriously, do I really want to do commerce? Let's be frank here - the maths turns me off. I can do it. I just don't like it. And seeing as I'm putting in three times as much effort as I normally would have to thanks to the seizures despite not being in love with the course, seeing as exams are near impossible for me to sit without ending up in hospital, I may as well use this time to branch out and explore and find out what I really want.
Someone suggested counselling. Actually, a fair few people have suggested that. Something about how my experiences could really help other people. Something about how I'm a really caring person. (Ok, Shaz, I think you're the only one who's actually come out and said that.) At one point I did think about that. I'm not sure now. Partly because I know first hand the damage a bad therapist can do, and I don't want to be that therapist. Patients who go to counselling are already vulnerable. Even the greatest therapist can say the wrong thing at the wrong time and completely shatter someone. One statement can be all it takes. I've been the vulnerable patient. I've gone home and cried for hours over what a therapist said to me. I'm still the patient now. The impatient patient. But I think I can say that I'm not vulnerable anymore.
I mean, really. I'll cuss out my therapists any day. I already have. Too bad I inherited my mum's patience. That is to say, none.
The other reason why I'm not that excited by the idea of counselling is because I can barely stand myself. How can I possibly stand other people? I mean, I hate myself during sessions. "I don't know." "I don't know." "I don't know." "I don't fucking know." If a patient pulled that with me, I'd snap. Even though I know for a fact that they really don't know.
Thought about education for a while. Haha, the problem is that there'd be a few less kids in the world due to my lack of patience. Think of it as cleaning the gene pool. After visiting www.parentfail.com I have to say, I wonder when the government will start legislating IQ tests before people are allowed to reproduce. I know there are many of you who agree with me. I'd probably be doing society a favour... but I doubt the parents would agree. So therefore, probably not the best idea for me to go into teaching. Also - we've all had that one teacher who we'll never forget for all the wrong reasons.
Final idea - jewellery design. This one actually seems the most probable. I mean, I won't traumatise anyone, I won't BE traumatised unless I find a piece of metal sticking out of my pupil (couldn't resist the pun), and it's actually really fun. Granted, I've only worked with clay, beads and done a tiny tiny bit of wire stuff, but I really love it. Funny thing though because if you talked to me half a year ago and asked me what I thought of going into design, I'd say
"Huh?"
But isn't life fun. | | |
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