Calc 1

Well, today I have the first of three exams. Calculus 1.
I am going to fail no doubt. Despite going to around 2/3 lectures. I would have had 100% attendance but as it started to get beyond me I gave up. Maybe I’ll try I again some other time. So today I got dressed, scotch in my water bottle and my game face on ready to take it in the butt.
It hasn’t helped that over the past week I’ve looked like an under done Freddy Kreuger with a red rash on MY ENTIRE BODY! Apparantly it’s either an allergic reaction to penicillin or the result of some virus.

Then there’s the other crap that’s been going on in my life. Some good and a lot bad. It all started as a result of me being a cunt of a drunk to those closest around me.
Got a kitty cat and that provided some mishaps which sort of opened the floodgates for something worse. But I got a kitty cat and I’m wrapped. It’s nice having something around when I’m bored/lonely.

And there may be some cool chick

Daily commute

Why is it that when you travel half an hour to get into the city, it feels exactly the same as a 5 minute car trip in the country? It’s pretty much the only downside of living here outweighed by all the positives.
I’m on the bus to uni craving red bull. Ahhh caffeine my good friend, we would have been right this morning if it wasn’t for me leaning on a chair then falling off cup of coffee in hand.
I think I might be a little more perky after I’ve got to uni.

A glimpse of light in an otherwise dark place

Well, it’s been four months since I last checked in here. Life is chaotic. It seems the more stuff I get into the more shit I get into. School work is starting to get me unstuck, even though I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I used to be nice, a long time ago. Some days I wish I could go back to that Darcy. But alas, being nice gets you nowhere in life. Now I’m not saying I go up to random people on the street and fuck their shit up, no not at all. I’m just more cold. There’s warmth in there somewhere and it comes out among certain people… but others.

I’m torn between two worlds at the moment. One dominated by the new me who gets shit done by themselves and relies on nobody. And another that’s heavily influenced by the ghost of a former me.
The strange thing is they intertwine. For example, I had a love interest (rofl I know right) that liked me a lot. Now the old me wanted to be with her but he new, cold me didn’t out of fear of being tied down. Nothing really eventuated but there was a real spark. This was because a combination of both me’s saying “Leave her alone. She’ll be sad in the short term but happier in the long term because you’ll probably end up hurting her.”
Not even my mind wants to take bets on my happiness. But things turned out well. For her anyway, she’s got someone now and I’m happy for her. And I’m neither better or worse off.

Hopefully someday I’ll stop pushing people away and open up… And stop leaving assignments to the last minute.

Hurrah For the New Year

Well, long time no see Mr. Blogosphere. How are we doing today? Good I hope.

In my most-common hiatus’ I’ve achieved quite a lot in my life. I’ve moved away from home in Bairnsdale and out into the big, scary, wide world which will form the basis of my life in years to come. I’ve never been happier. I’ve got a house with a few awesome lads and ladettes (we don’t discriminate here) in the fancy white people suburb of Balwyn.

Did I mentioon that i’ve got a tattoo? Didn’t even faint while getting it done (well almost). And I can say it hurts more than getting your junk waxed. Yes i’ve done that as well. And yes, i nearly fainted while getting it done too.

Uni starts for me soon. So i’ve got to stop staying up to 5 in the morning playing with the new lappy and start sleeping… nah that can wait until next week.

I’m sure many adventures await me in the big smoke and I promise to tell you all about them. Sorry if you’ve been hanging out for my new blog, i’m sure you could’ve read some of my previous ones (like a certain blog stalker… YES YOU) to keep you enthralled in my writing. Well you need troll no more because i’m back… DADDY’S HOME

Blonde hair is one step away from anal bleaching

So tonight I decided to venture out in bairns-fucking-dale for a laugh. Laugh I did not. That is to say what I’m not doing at the moment. It’s shocking. Seedy guys dressed in Ed Hardy trying to crack on to peroxide whores whilst sipping alcohols that have most certainly been brewed in some hillbilly’s basement.
And the music… I think they’ve tried to cover up the shittness with bass. Far too much bass. I may be the loner in the corner but at least I’m proud of it. I’d be lowering myself if I was to congrugate with any of these d grade gossip girl wannabees. I’m just too exclusive for bairnsdale, there is one place I’d like to be tho. My mecca. My…. BANG Or in my room listening to joy division.
So many white pointed shoes.
If this is mediocraty than I’d rather be of my tits on drugs listening to good music with decent looking chicks anytime.

Maybe someone has a gun that I can use to shoot up the place. The hail of bullets might clear out the scum?