dag

had an interesting conversation just now.
i found out that dag actually means - well let me quote:
"dag is a very offensive word i think.
isnt it like the poo hanging from the back of a sheep.
and its still all wet.
and its all tangled with hair.
and its so close to the sheeps bum hole that u can feel the warm air coming out of it.
id rather just be called a shit.
coz at least id be on the ground.
or in a toilet.
and dag sounds like fag also."

now according to dictionary.com:
dag:
1. a lock of matted or dung-coated wool.
2. a hanging end or shred.

id say the bloke is making a pretty good point.

the college of fine arts

there isnt too much to do at cofa.
it has what mirae calls a sore-eyes cafeteria, a sore-eyes library and id have to say an overall sore-eyes campus.
there isnt anyone you can call out and bum with coz there are about 10 people here at any one time.
people are way trippy here.
digital media-ians are probably the most sane although they're kind of weird as well.
there always seems to be whole heap of meaning or concept or theory in a lot of things that really dont mean too much.

but i think id rather everything sore-eyes, weird and trippy.
i dont have to walk a million miles to go from A to B.
i get to laugh at the weird and trippy happenings of cofa-ians.
and the computers are WAY cool - sexy macs i tell you are way way sweeeettt!!

been spending lots of time here over the past 2 days.
actually just in the dark room.
the chemicals really get to you after a while.
and your eyes screw up coz you're constantly going from dark to bright to dark to bright.
and its piss ass expensive.

meet my brother

i thought if ive introduced my dog its only right that i introduce whoever is next in line.
meet andrew.
my brother.
he likes to take his foot of the pedal while im getting out of the car so that i get massive purple bruises on the side of my leg.
he's also kinda weird.
but he's also kinda my brother.
and apparently he also kinda looks like me.
lucky for him i aint that bad lookin -
i seem to have take some drugs tonight.
he's a bit of a thinker sometimes and he tries to confuse me but i only pretend that im confused of course just to make him feel better.
i used to play bull rush with him when i was a kid.
he was the bull.
and i had to do the rushing.
we played in our living room back at our marayong house.
i used to bash into the wall coz i would run so fast so he wouldnt tackle me and my internal brake system wasnt too good when i was small.
good times i say.

andrew tells me my blogspot is not worth commenting

i have nothing to write but i feel like blogging.
but there is too much pressure cause andrew is standing right behind me waiting to kick me off the computer.
hopefully i will have something more interesting to write soon.
but really there isnt too many happy jan things going on to be blogging about.
ooh - i did see a really nice diesel shirt that i wouldnt mind buying but i kinda dont have the *kaching kaching*
how very very sad.

meet scooter

two coffees by 10am

result:
hands shaking
heart pounding abnormally fast
hearing my heart beating
and not very much awake

but mirae assures me that she has had the same experience when getting high on her asthma puffer and she is still very much alive so i should be ok.

motion and blur

2hrs sleep and a whole heap of chocolate later

im getting a little old for this cramming thing.
i should really start earlier. sleep more. and stop doing random crap like watching dvds or looking up "coming soon" movies or chatting too much when i have an assignment to do.
i found out today the other half of my dog.
he is half chihuahua and half jack russell - i always said he was half chihuahua and half something that starts with R.
well i was half right?
he's a little old.
he's a cute ass little thing though.
i gave him chicken the other day.
seems a little wrong giving animal an animal but he seemed to enjoy it lots.
my mates tell me off coz they reckon i dont love him but i do.
i just dont wanna have babies with my dog like a few of my friends
*ahem* haein and judy *ahem*

happy chappy smiles

a few cheesy grinners i know

spring

first day of spring it is today.
not looking forward to the hot sweaty days which are to come.
the whole trying to stay "cool" thing.
the whole shower after shower and still coming out sweating thing.
the whole breaking down of the wonkimobile coz it cant handle the pressure of trying to run while having the airconditioning running at full power thing.
the whole burning of the fingers as you try to drive after the wonkimobile's been in the sun for too long thing.
the whole sunburning. face hurting thing.
the whole sitting down on a seat where the man who was sitting there before has left a sweat patch thing.
the whole get onto a bus with no windows where everyone smells delicious thing.

but the whole beach thing will be nice hehe.
hoping at least to get a look at the beach this summer.
missed out completely last year - unfortunate aye?