Dear Giant,-- in my brother's 2007 Year Book.
My name is Natalie. Why did you kill Jack's dad? Why did you steal Jack's money and why do you have to steal everything? I will get a knife and chop you up and chop off your ears.
From Natalie N
Recycled Post: Yet another reason to love kids.
2E Letters to Mr Giant, The Big Castle In The Clouds.
I kissed a girl
No not really.
The song is just in my head.
And the title is made to grab your attention.
Yes, your attention, your dedication, your desire to read more...
Hello, welcome to another amusing entry by yours truly.
I don't know what I want to say except that...
"Us girls we are so magical, soft skin..."
Yes you know the rest.
We're pretty damn awesome.
I'm pretty damn awesome.
My cousin just asked me to do his maths assignment or something.
I just told him that I can't do maths to save my own life so...
He stopped talking to me.
Hey this song's cool, Smashing Kelly by Matt Willis..
Yes Matt Willis is an ex-Busted member.
So shoot me, I miss them.
Did you know that Jonathan Brown is engaged?
Gr, missed my chance.
Simple Plan concert tomorrow.
Jealous?
I managed to get the correct T-score first try today in my Psyc1040 tut.
I'm so proud of myself.
This has been a post bought to you by me,
The fabulous, utterly brilliant, terrifically awesome, me.
Yours truly,
Tiffi.
p.s. I rock, your socks. I actually do rock them, I throw rocks at them.
The song is just in my head.
And the title is made to grab your attention.
Yes, your attention, your dedication, your desire to read more...
Hello, welcome to another amusing entry by yours truly.
I don't know what I want to say except that...
"Us girls we are so magical, soft skin..."
Yes you know the rest.
We're pretty damn awesome.
I'm pretty damn awesome.
My cousin just asked me to do his maths assignment or something.
I just told him that I can't do maths to save my own life so...
He stopped talking to me.
Hey this song's cool, Smashing Kelly by Matt Willis..
Yes Matt Willis is an ex-Busted member.
So shoot me, I miss them.
Did you know that Jonathan Brown is engaged?
Gr, missed my chance.
Simple Plan concert tomorrow.
Jealous?
I managed to get the correct T-score first try today in my Psyc1040 tut.
I'm so proud of myself.
This has been a post bought to you by me,
The fabulous, utterly brilliant, terrifically awesome, me.
Yours truly,
Tiffi.
p.s. I rock, your socks. I actually do rock them, I throw rocks at them.
The New Norm
I’m not an overly sane person. Nor am I insane. I think I’m sitting quiet comfortably between the two. Better still I have even set up house. No that sounds lame. I’m just learning that life has too many labels strapped to it. I mean how do we know that the definition of sane is actually the correct definition of the bloody word? Who gets to decide what blue is? Why can’t black be blue? Why are we so insistent and heavily dependent on labels? By slapping the label “Try Hard”, “Wanna Be”, “S***”, B**** and so forth on people do we make ourselves more at ease? Or are we just labelling people into roles and stereotypes to make ourselves feel better about ourselves?
I don’t know about you but I don’t call many people beautiful or fantastic, or successful, unless in turn it makes me sound better. After all having a successful sister sounds hundred times better than say having a dole bludger as a sister. These labels either increase our status and consequently society’s opinion of us or they decrease it.
It’s another form of power playing. Another way to make us seem more advanced, more prefect or damn right better than the average Joe blog. Why do we do this though? Who cares what people think? I say I don’t. And honestly most days I don’t care what people think I am up to or who the hell I am. Then there are those days where my hair just won’t sit right, where I swear I look like I’ve been in a fight, where everything on makes me look ten years old and twenty kilos fatter. Those are the days when I am so overly critical that I can confidently say I believe everyone in the world is thinking the same dark negative thoughts in relation to me. And that’s when I care. I do care when people think I’m a bitch. I don’t care if I say I am. It doesn’t make me feel crash hot to have someone I have never really connected with slap the label on me. It gets my back up and makes me feel downright shitty.
Is this why we have to put people down? You can lie all you like but everyone is snide about some trait someone else has. You may not hear it but I’ll bet every cent I have in my bank account, which consequently is nothing at present, that every person you know, be it friend or foe has at some point in time stuck a label on you. And trust me just because we say you look beautiful so does not mean we like that you do. When you look trashy we feel like a million bucks. We like that people stuck that negative label on you because when we go out looking like a million bucks and people think that, happily or not, we feel more accomplished, more successful. We feel damn right better than you because our label is made out of gold and it trumps your colleague design.
Is this the purpose of labels? It is another way to define people into social classes? Are we just replacing an old norm with a new one? Are labels the new social status rigging?
I don’t know about you but I don’t call many people beautiful or fantastic, or successful, unless in turn it makes me sound better. After all having a successful sister sounds hundred times better than say having a dole bludger as a sister. These labels either increase our status and consequently society’s opinion of us or they decrease it.
It’s another form of power playing. Another way to make us seem more advanced, more prefect or damn right better than the average Joe blog. Why do we do this though? Who cares what people think? I say I don’t. And honestly most days I don’t care what people think I am up to or who the hell I am. Then there are those days where my hair just won’t sit right, where I swear I look like I’ve been in a fight, where everything on makes me look ten years old and twenty kilos fatter. Those are the days when I am so overly critical that I can confidently say I believe everyone in the world is thinking the same dark negative thoughts in relation to me. And that’s when I care. I do care when people think I’m a bitch. I don’t care if I say I am. It doesn’t make me feel crash hot to have someone I have never really connected with slap the label on me. It gets my back up and makes me feel downright shitty.
Is this why we have to put people down? You can lie all you like but everyone is snide about some trait someone else has. You may not hear it but I’ll bet every cent I have in my bank account, which consequently is nothing at present, that every person you know, be it friend or foe has at some point in time stuck a label on you. And trust me just because we say you look beautiful so does not mean we like that you do. When you look trashy we feel like a million bucks. We like that people stuck that negative label on you because when we go out looking like a million bucks and people think that, happily or not, we feel more accomplished, more successful. We feel damn right better than you because our label is made out of gold and it trumps your colleague design.
Is this the purpose of labels? It is another way to define people into social classes? Are we just replacing an old norm with a new one? Are labels the new social status rigging?
Risky Writing
The Unit Outlines for creative writing subjects make me laugh. They all have this tacked on the end;
8. Risk Management
There are no out of the ordinary risks associated with this unit other than those usually faced in the gaining of new knowledge (eg: identity crises, artistic integrity crises, existential angst, etc)
8. Risk Management
There are no out of the ordinary risks associated with this unit other than those usually faced in the gaining of new knowledge (eg: identity crises, artistic integrity crises, existential angst, etc)
I was sat on a bus the other day. Hilarity ensued.
Crazy kids Part II.
'Yeah, there are four bases. Have you been to first? What's it like, anyway?'
'It's pretty cool. Weird though. Like having a worm in your mouth.'
'Oh, yeah, that would be cool!'
'Ha, yeah, worse if the other person knows what they're doing and you didn't.'
'Yeah, like, ... what if you licked her nose off?'
Ah, twelve year olds make me laugh.
(Disclaimer: they may actually have been sixteen but they had high pitched and squeaky voices.)
'Yeah, there are four bases. Have you been to first? What's it like, anyway?'
'It's pretty cool. Weird though. Like having a worm in your mouth.'
'Oh, yeah, that would be cool!'
'Ha, yeah, worse if the other person knows what they're doing and you didn't.'
'Yeah, like, ... what if you licked her nose off?'
Ah, twelve year olds make me laugh.
(Disclaimer: they may actually have been sixteen but they had high pitched and squeaky voices.)
Browsing the Weird Stuff section of News.com.au
As some of you may know, when I'm bored, I browse the internet, do mini researches and conduct experiments with my memory.
Browsing the weird stuff section of news.com.au is utterly brilliant. I found out that the world's heaviest man is getting married, the world's gonna end because of an experiment that will be conducted in 3 days... many more weird things.
Two very intriguing articles I came across in the past hour of boredom browsing are as follows:
(Do click the links to read the articles yourself)
"Jailed for farting on cop"
"Public Enemy Number One"
I showed these articles to both Toni and Jelly, here are their respective comments on the farting guy story:
"._______. I feel sorry for the man, he might have a genuine issue"
"that's hilarious, how that made the news i will never know."
I can only agree with comments made by Jelly, it supports my analyse of media (handed in today) that the media made the public sphere trivial.
The second article however, I'll post the opening paragraph, you'll have to open the article yourself to read it. I shalt not ruin the fun!
(News:2008)
xoxo
TT
Browsing the weird stuff section of news.com.au is utterly brilliant. I found out that the world's heaviest man is getting married, the world's gonna end because of an experiment that will be conducted in 3 days... many more weird things.
Two very intriguing articles I came across in the past hour of boredom browsing are as follows:
(Do click the links to read the articles yourself)
"Jailed for farting on cop"
"Public Enemy Number One"
I showed these articles to both Toni and Jelly, here are their respective comments on the farting guy story:
"._______. I feel sorry for the man, he might have a genuine issue"
"that's hilarious, how that made the news i will never know."
I can only agree with comments made by Jelly, it supports my analyse of media (handed in today) that the media made the public sphere trivial.
The second article however, I'll post the opening paragraph, you'll have to open the article yourself to read it. I shalt not ruin the fun!
BUBBLY 20-year-old Heidi Dalibor was handcuffed, thrown into a police van and had her musghot taken when arrested recently. Want to know her crime?
(News:2008)
xoxo
TT
Car Accident
Ok, so as you may have heard Wade and I were in a car accident. Ran off the road into one of those massive light poles (first hitting a bus stop sign on the way). Dragged the light pole around 10 meters before stopping. This was outside CSIRO Moggill Rd. The pole was still there the last time we went past if you want to check it out. Wade's car is now undriveable as it destroyed the radiator. Thanks to Wade's awesome Toyota Corolla we are both perfectly fine. No air bags or crumple zone just an extremely strong car. Anyway, I told Chris I would show him some pi
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