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| a work of heart |
[07 May 2006|10:15pm] |
Well, I wish there was some eloquant way that I could describe the intricate details of my life. Entertaining and informative. k-k-k-katy.
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| omgomgomgomg |
[27 Apr 2006|10:47pm] |
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I just enrolled in a bachelor of arts majoring in literature and composition at griffith unviersity. !!!!!!!!!! fuck.
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[25 Apr 2006|05:22am] |
Happy ANZAC Day, y'all.
Fuck Stan Zemanek in his fucking moron butt for playing that stupid song that makes me cry all the time. I AM NINETEEN, DAMN IT.
It's half five in the morning and I regret my decision to pull an all nighter.
Half of my fingernails are long and the other half are short. It bothers me.
Fuck uni in its corneas.
THERE IS A MOUSE IN MY HOUSE
And some fuckwad was printing cock pictures from my printer. Is that possible? Print something from someone's printer? I'm scared.
I'm going to look into becoming a librarian.
Look at what I bought the other day: 
Snazzy.
xx
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[17 Apr 2006|12:05pm] |
there are alive things in the walls. I heard them last night and I'm hearing them now, right at my bedside.
I don't want to go to work but I don't want to be eaten alive by wall-ninjas.
I want an old, yellowed, warping, empty book to write everything in. It's got to have a brown leather cover, and pages that sound like trees when they are turned, and so much weight that it felt important, and be bound not just with peeling glue but with white string like they used to.
This morning while I snoozed I dreamed of Simon Goodfellow who had shorter hair, a more stable personality, but very scabbed-up skin. I adored him, though.
Then I dreamed of having one of those mega realistic doll-baby things.
I don't think they are connected.
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| to all |
[05 Apr 2006|05:45pm] |
Attention all peoples on my flist:
I have a new mobile phone.
I have given up getting my old one back, and have thusly purchased a new SE K806i.
Same number and all, but I don't have ANY numbers in it anymore. Leave the number by which you would like to be contactable, and also a name by which you can be identified.
READY...
WAIT FOR IT!
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GO!
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[30 Mar 2006|08:42pm] |
Iterviewed by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) vomiting
1. If you could listen to only one album for the next 12 months, what would it be? Does it have to be a real album? Can I cheat and say 'mixed CD'? If not, I'd probably have Led Zeppelin.
2. What do you was the biggest mistake that your parents made in raising you? Not telling me how much adjusting I'd have to do when I became a grown-up.
3. When was the last time that you cried in front of another person? About a week ago, in front of Bod. I cry an average of twice a week, lately.
4. If you had to lose one of your 5 senses, what would it be? Olfactory. Sydney is smelly.
5. Honestly, when was the last time that you changed your underwear? Hmm. Today, I guess. I didn't wear underwear yesterday. Underwear is a strictly "work" or "uni" or "visiting my parents" occaision.
The procedure is for you to ask for questions of me, but I'm not going to do it, so shove that up your left nostril.
xoxo
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| OVARIES, WHY?! |
[29 Mar 2006|02:45pm] |
ARRRRRRRRRG. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG. IRRRRRRRRG. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG. ARRRRRRRRG. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG. I am dying. I will die in this exact spot and it won't really matter because my tutours will think I've just decided to sleep through the semester. I will die cold and alone because work are used to my mysterious unexplained absenses.
You can use this to identify my purpling naked body when they find it curled in agony, crisp and icy from our over-enthusiastic air conditioner.
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| a wizard in a call centre |
[02 Mar 2006|12:48pm] |
So anyway uni wasn't nearly as scary as I thought it would be, I even managed to make some totally awesome friends who bought me drinks and pandered to my inflated ego.
Doing first year again makes me feel like some post-apocolyptic demigod, rising to a tenuous seat of power above the broken, shattered remains of my society. I hope I don't get too lame in the tutorials being all like "so yeah, I know absolutely everything." On the other hand I definitely hope to get 20000% in my marks.
In other news, I hate living out of home. Don't get me wrong, I love living with Bod and I love being in Sydney, but I miss having a real house. With like, the toilet in the actual bathroom. Or for that matter, an actual bathroom. I miss clean clothes, cooked food and driveways. I just don't think I'm cut out for housekeeping. It's a disaster and it will take lots of speed for me to even make a dent. I want my Mama :(
So offers of housecleaning would be appreciated. Either that or offers of speed. Or both.
So, to sum up, uni's cool, work's cool, bod's cool, but i want three square and a clean house. I should probably quit my bitching and go read Harry Potter fanfic or something.
Also I had a dream about cleaning up the blood from the masacre of my friend's father, butchered by some medieval jackall upstart. I have no idea what it meant, but damn is blood hard to clean up with napkins.
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[13 Feb 2006|12:45pm] |
Last night I was very sick and was awake all night. This morning I woke up at 7AM, 9AM, 11:40AM, 12:30PM, and 1:14PM. Eventually, work rang to tell me some brilliant news. Ironically, the call that told me that I could sleep as late as I want, was the exact thing that got me out of bed.
Also, fuck you guys, I'm so nervous about starting uni. I'm nervous about getting there, getting around, the actual subjects, getting home, and fitting it all in around work/boyfriend.
:s
Big scary uni.
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[12 Feb 2006|11:06pm] |
Hey kids,
I re-arranged my uni stuff today, and I'm now doing the core Media and Communications, an English subject with Harry Potter on the required reading list, and GERMAN :D
Apparently all my aunties who went to uni learned German. What a weird coincidence.
Anyway I'm pretty excited, now that I've sorted it all out and have a map and a timetable in my hot little hand.
Radbags.
:D
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| alleiviate your anxiety |
[10 Feb 2006|02:56pm] |
SHUTUP AND PAY ATTENTION TO ME.
I have two one new icons for your viewing pleasure.
Is this your homework, Larry?
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| WAIT FOR IT |
[07 Feb 2006|12:51pm] |
Hey kids,
I got accepted to UNSW, so looks like I'm gonna be doing Media and Communication for at least a few weeks.
that is all. *click*
EDIT: I am pleased.
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| oh my fucking god |
[21 Jan 2006|10:03am] |
Oh my fucking god. OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Have I got your attention? Did my cursing drag your line of vision from whatever tawdry activity you are usually engaged in at this time?
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
I am well-known for my general sense of disgust and mild condemnation for the greater human population. Yes, it is often said that I am a cynic, a misanthropist. Verily, it has been written, that I am most likely to destroy all human life in a hellish storm, apocalyptic winds searing the torn, forgotten wasteland that is now your planet, sweeping dust into plumes, forming deadly mini-cyclones. Ahh, but are they cyclones? Is it really dust? Look closer now, child, and BEHOLD your destruction! Those are the condensed particles of your horrifying TRUTH.
So, everyone agrees that I am somewhat detatched and distinctly unconcerned about people in general.
Which I think makes me a good judge of character, and also a fine prophet. Gaze ye, mortal, upon this that will haunt your dreams and taint your very soul. (for the record, I said "oh my fucking god" just as many times as it appears here on this page, for your cognative pleasure.)
( Read more... )
Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME? At first I was like "hey cool, maybe it IS time to get Mama her very own msn account, there's some scheme afoot and we could be fat kings with $300,000. And then I read it. AND THEN I READ IT. Tell me, incredible edible internet. What is the largest age bracket of IM users? ORLY? 15 to 17? How interesting.
First of all, I had this horrifying image, when I die, it will be the last scene to play out in my visual spectrum. Some 17yo pregnant chick clacking away with two fingers at the keyboard and a horde of infants at her feet. "and i wuz lyk ya but no oh shiz g2g peace"
Secondly, I know what goes on amongst webcam users. FILTH. Well done Microsoft, I wait with avid anticipation for the next surge of baby porn to hit.
Thirdly, I certainly didn't know that in 10 years, when I sqeeze out my own god-forsaken, screaming, little red drain on natural resources, that there would be a vast network of 'MSM Mums' to share my experience with, TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY. Surely I will be too busy mourning the loss of various pleasurable activities such as sleep, personal fulfillment, full use of my breasts, et cetera.
Finally, I find this concept amusing and yet terrifying and wish to share it with you all! Please feel free to enter into some cogent debate using the links below.
Katy xx
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| ahh sleeplessness |
[04 Jan 2006|04:38am] |
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Hello, my name is Apathy, and this is my friend Listlessness
We are writing to you in order to inform you of your recent descendance into what we like to refer to as "Limbo". It is also affectionately known as "sleep-away-your-youth", "waste-your-time" and "I-don't-want-to-go-to-uni-anymore".
As you are no doubt aware, residents of Limbo are required to wander their days in an eternal state of content melancholy, drifting in a polite, wavering manner. It has come to our attention that you have not been adhering to the guidelines set forth, and regretably we have been forced to intercede.
Please refer to the guidelines before continuing your journey in Limbo, and cease any and all musings upon the ultimate goal of your life immediately.
Regards, Apathy & Listlessness
High Arch-Waverers,
Limbo
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Umm, I play Warcraft now. Sleep schedule all fucked up, trying to fix. I have a few things to fix up that I have been ignoring for weeks and must get around to, instead of pondering where the phenomena of random capitalisation came from. le sigh
The thing is, I am gurrgrgrihurrghghle, and it is getting grarararaghghgarahgh.
Say hello to Slartibartfast, the newest member of my beautiful and talented family:  .
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| o_O |
[15 Dec 2005|03:52pm] |
Man, this Christmas is totally going to rule. Tomorrow is Dae's last day of work before holidays, and we're apparently celebrating this by sleeping on Aidan's floor. Good thing I'm all cashed up so we can get nashed and I won't notice the floor-sleeping thing.
Also, I think we're pretty much done with the gift buying, just having to tie up a few loose ends, after having wrapped them lovingly.
Umm lesse what else. Oh, yeah. CARA ARE YOU COMING FOR NEW YEARS EVE? YOU BETTER, WE GOT EIGHT SEASONS JUST FOR YOU!
Ahh and of course, the "pies d'resistance" ( as they say in Finland. )
Booohyah. How's that for a birthday present? Only I'm going to have to work out how to deal with the kindergoths. Perhaps the stompenators will be required:
Take it easy, dirtbags.
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| *sigh* |
[05 Dec 2005|02:06pm] |
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Of course, the first place I come to when I can't put a finger on what's wrong with me, is livejournal.
Of course.
So let's pretend that I've done the 400 lines of pointless, dramatic, un-interesting rubbishing on about how I feel, and get straight to the facts of it, shall we?
1. Today is Monday. I never liked, nor could ever get the hang of Mondays.
2. Yesterday I realised that I am definitely not good enough at devising plot to be a professional writer, and will have to sustain myself with either writing non-fiction or drawling livejournal posts that only I will ever read more than once and think "oh, wow".
3. I have nothing constructive to do, and a million other things that I could be doing, if only I could motivate myself enough.
4. That's about it, really.
Annnnnnnnnd I'm out. Leave me a comment if you want to live.
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| time wasting |
[30 Nov 2005|01:43pm] |
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I made another lj layout, and I'm not really ready to admit how long I spent on it. Anyway I *think* I like this one. I was trying to figure out how to push the entries down and have an image like a header on top, but I couldn't work out how to simultaneously override the page placement and the background image, so I gave up and went with this somewhat more vertical thing. This is more along the lines of what I was going for,
but whatever.
As for life, I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm all set to go to uni if I get accepted but I don't know if I want to. *sigh*
On the up-side, Mama is coming up today :D:D:D:D:D
And Christmas is coming up :D:D:D:D:D
And I love Dae :D:D:D:D:D:D
The End.
:D:D:D:D:D:D
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| yawn |
[09 Nov 2005|03:00pm] |
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I've been awake to see the sun come out two mornings in a row, now. Then I crawl into bed and have a cuddle and the next thing I know it's three in the afternoon and I feel like arse.
:(
In other news, I spent most of last night making a new layout pic, and I'm pretty happy with it. River be a smexay beast.
It's so hot, I think that's part of what's making me feel so bad, but it could also be the fact that I have a 'zam tomorrow, haven't studied, and I know I'm not going to be able to sleep properlly before it so here's hoping that I don't just sleep through it.
I'm at 12k words for my nano, I'm still not sure if I'll make it to 50,000 words before the end of the month. I figured I'd just make all the characters have meaningless sex to their heart's content if I run out of plot.
I'm not feeling good.
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