5 Reasons Why You Can’t Get Over Your Almost-Relationship

Thought Catalog

1. There’s no closure.

Humans crave closure. There’s an inherent desire for it — all the stories we never learn the endings to, the movies we never finish, the seasons of TV shows that leave us with more questions than answers so we turn to blogs and the internet to vent our frustration. We need closure in order to shelve things in our head and move on. But when you don’t get closure — when they drop off the face of the earth or suddenly spring a new significant other on social media — what do you do?

It’s hard to create your own closure, to grasp for signs that really don’t mean anything at all but to which we assign meaning. And it might seem ridiculous at first, like believing in magic or fairies, but sometimes, it’s the only thing we can do. We have to find meaning where there…

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Alrightio

Oh hey there.  It’s been a long time.  I would love to write a post saying how much things have changed, how organised and amazing I’ve become, but that’s just not the case.  However, although I’m not at a point in my life where I can say I am the best I can possibly be, I have actually improved a lot!  Now, that is not saying I was awful before, because that would just be unnecessary negativity.  I think it’s best to always think you can improve, but also to be happy with the way you are.  Sometimes negativity in the present can be a great motivator, but really that’s unhealthy, because once you’ve reached your goals, you’ll think oh no, this isn’t enough.  You can’t do things to make yourself happy if you aren’t already happy.  You have to always be happy in the position you’re in, but not complacent.  Why do I even bother explaining things like this, because I really can’t explain what I’m thinking properly, hence, why quotes are so popular.  

Anyway, that was the most bland thing I’ve ever written.  Moving on.  I have a psychology test tomorrow, and to be honest, it should be quite easy.  Except for the fact that I haven’t studied for it.  There isn’t even that much content, literally only a few work sheets from four tutorials, but you know, I don’t really even have motivation.  But I need to get motivated, right now!  I can’t wait for this semester to be over.  I don’t know what I’m going to do in the holidays, but I just know that all this study needs to end.  I’ve actually been studying quite consistently this year so far.  I’ve only handed in two things late I think.  I just really need myself to know that I simply cannot afford to fail anything for the rest of my academic career, especially at my university, because I will surely get kicked out.  But there’s something horrible, for my philosophy essay that is worth 50%, in which I half actually, probably 85% tried for, I literally got 53%.  What the fuck is this shit.  I mean this is arts, I should at least get 60!!!  I mean are you kidding me.  I also got 2 marks deducted after that for handing it in a day late which means I’m literally on the brink of failing this course, when I’ve handed everything in!!!  THIS IS TERRIFYING AND ALSO MAKES ME SO ANGRY!!!  First of all, my tutor is actually crap.  Apparently she is good at logic type philosophy, but not the one she is being paid to tutor for.  She literally has no opinions, doesn’t know about meta-philosophy, so what the hell is she doing as our tutor?!  I cannot stand this.  And to only scrape a pass is ridiculous!!!  Even for Art History I got a higher mark, and probably failed some of the assessments since I knew jack-shit on it.  And to be honest, that was my fault because I didn’t study enough, and my tutor was really great so I did learn a lot in class, so if it wasn’t for him I’d probably fail.  But this tutorial is the worst ever and I do not gain anything from going to it.  Well at least there’s not participation marks for it because I’ve missed so many.  Hopefully I still make the cut-off…if there even is one.  

So after this unexpected rant I’ll go back to looking over my tutorial notes I suppose.  Good times.  I’m a bit tired from doing nothing all day except edit some photos from Friday night’s party and make food.  I tried to do gluten free brownie in a mug tonight, but I added too much salt so it wasn’t very tasty, so I threw it.  Oh well.  Nothing really compares to the gluten free funky fudge from WellCo, it’s the best. So chewy I can’t even handle it.  Jokes, I can.  Because I have the greatest sweet tooth of all time.

You know what fucking peeves me?  Is like, don’t get back with your ex’s unless you’ve changed.  And in this case, I don’t even care, just don’t do it, you fuck wit.  Maybe it’s cool maybe it isn’t, just don’t.  Okay now I’m getting frustrated inside.  This is not good prep for studying.  And I need to study.  Really, the need is real.  So, you’re a fuckwit and a little shit, and the next time I see you, I will smile, but inside I will be saying, “fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you…etc.”.

Alrightio,
Just Another Woo Girl

A public fuck you

Fuck you.  You little-immature-tiny-skanky-whorebag slut, you lazy, hot-headed IDIOT.  Hello, and fuck you.

No thank you!
Just Another Woo Girl

P.s. Just some public thoughts I’d like to share with the world.  I’d also like to scream right now, but seems a bit inappropriate.  Suck me off at the next station.

P.p.s. I’M MAD.

P.p.p.s.  MAD AS FUCK SO GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE HOE!!!!!!

The question always on my mind

When will I be fucking skinny.

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That’s all I wanted to share and thought it’d be most appropriate here. Such…eugh. Really shows that determination, hard work and concentration are important in life. Obviously I’m lacking otherwise I’d be fit as fuck by now!!! Sighpie101.

Time for some Doctor Who.

Cya,
Just Another Woo Girl

Scrolling through my Facebook timeline

I was scrolling through my facebook timeline, having a few laughs with myself…  I used to post a status everyday, more than one and mostly about Glee, Nick Jonas, food or being bored.  The comments I used to reply sound so dry when I read back on them, even though at the time I was so happy with everything in general, must’ve been my cool, laid back, “idgaf” facebook persona.

But mostly, aside from cheesy lines and some really weird sexual posts, I’m sad that 19 year old me hasn’t achieved anything that 14 year old me once dreamed of.  I posted about wanting to go to Juilliard and going on a gap year to Italy.  All those things of which didn’t  even cross my mind in year twelve.  I mean it occurred to me I could go on a gap year only because some friends were going on a gap year of their own, but to me, it wasn’t a real option.  And even though this year I want to travel, it seems like Italy hasn’t even crossed my mind as an actual possibility.  Before I would’ve gone there, just to Italy, stayed and lived there for a few months and just probably gone back home to Sydney, with a possible spontaneous road trip to the next country.  But now, I feel like I wouldn’t even travel to Italy by itself, I would have to travel all or at least one side of Europe in one go, and that’s only due to money.  But I feel as though, why should money be the reason that I don’t travel to a single place, at this moment in my life?  Is it because I’ve grown up and realised money is essential to actually doing things, for life?  Or is it because I’ve lost the thrill and the dream of travelling for the pure pleasure and new experiences?  Well, I feel that maybe now that I’m five years the wiser (what a long time that is…) I’ve realised that there are restrictions to what I can do.  But then I tell myself, and people say, the only things restricting you are the restrictions you place on yourself.  So if I think of it that way, I can do anything that I want.  In respects to travelling, I guess it’s just a balance between the need for money and the seeking of thrills and experiences.

I just keep thinking of the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.  Blake Lively went to Italy, right?  Some European country I think it was anyway.  And for a few months?  Seems amazing.

But onto Juilliard.  Obviously I would never go there, I couldn’t.  I mean, even if I tried for the rest of my life, I doubt I’d make it in.  It doesn’t really appeal to me anymore in that sense.  But is that because subconsciously I’ve set it aside because I think it’s far too out of my league anyway?  Or is it because that career and the passion for singing isn’t with me anymore?  I love singing, is it a passion?  I don’t think I’m good enough to make anything of it anyway, yet I often think about living the life of a popstar, what kind of tolls it would have on me as a person, travelling non-stop for almost a year touring, not seeing friends and family.  Right now I’m studying Arts, and let’s not turn this into another existential crisis about my university course, but obviously it’s not something I want to do or pursue the rest of my life.  And I say pursue, because every career is an endless pursuit, you can always better yourself, learn more, and I feel as though anything or any career that has a distinct ending point is pointless.  I mean, I define a career as a job that is your passion, and a career is something where you always have more to achieve.  But don’t think of it in a negative light where you’ll never finish, because if it’s your passion you never even want it to finish.  You don’t look at is as an infinite number of stages where you’ll never be the best, but you should look at your career as things you have achieved already to get to where you are, and where you are is your best, it’s the best you can be at the point in time, and rather it should excite you that you haven’t reached the end.  Because once you’ve reached the end, you’ve reached the end of your passion, and if it’s your passion, probably the end to any meaning to your life (in that respect, of course you should also have actual people relationships…derp).

Anyway, so what I mean is that, my life right now, it seems all a bit purposeless.  High school is fine, everyone has a purpose, it’s to discover who you are, what you love, what you want to be, and all that.  But university, or whatever it is that you decide to pursue after your usual obligatory years in high school, is supposed to be all the more meaningful, the start of a new era in your life where you can discover yourself surrounded by your passions and the people you actually care about, the time where you really start to grow and learn.  To be honest, I feel like the same person.  Actually, sorry, no I don’t, that just sounded more dramatic.  I mean, I feel different than before, but yet I still feel the same.  Let me think about how so…  I’m not all too sure.  For one, like I said before, I don’t know what my passions are.  But are passions just hobbies that you’ve grown to love and are dedicated to?  Is music my passion?  Is singing my passion?  Is fashion my passion?  (Lol).  Is makeup my passion?  Those are the only things I really like to do for the sake of only that it’s fun and I think I’m pretty awesome.  But I’m can’t sing that high, or that uniquely.  I don’t follow avidly any fashion blogs at all, and I’m not up to date with high end fashion.  And I don’t see how makeup can take me on a never-ending life journey…  Well actually it could, I always imagined it to be like being a celebrity makeup artist, travelling the world with them.  But what would I do when I don’t want to travel around constantly anymore?  Will I become a glorified sales assistant?  Will I start my own makeup school?  Makeup brand?  And also I’ll have to defer or be a college drop out to become a makeup artist.  But this is all silly.  I shouldn’t limit myself.  Why do I have all these doubts.  I should try to be a free thinker.  I will become a free thinker and do what it is I want to do.

Yeah I was going to say something else but I’ve forgotten.  Now that I’ve not even been working I have realised what the lives of the unemployed is truly like.  I mean, I thought I’d experienced it before, but now, I really have.  Last time, I was just going out, having fun.  But this last week, I’ve literally been sitting on my ass all day.  Not even that, lying in bed watching random shit on the internet and scrolling endlessly through newsfeeds.  I’ve feel as though I’ve gotten lazier and lazier now that I have no structure to my life.  And now I can understand the vicious cycle of unemployment and the real will that they all lack to find a job.  I have a resume, yet I haven’t applied anywhere properly yet.  I am the worst.  But I can be better.  I’m still deciding whether I want to work retail, hospitality, or the truly mundane, call centre things.  To be honest, I’d work any if it was high paying (except maybe hospitality, that might be do much physical endurance for me, although it probably has weight loss benefits).  I think I’d most prefer to work high end retail, it’s a higher pay, better work environments, though there’s also much more client care and commitment, which I don’t mind, and probably enjoy.  Call centres and such will probably be much too boring for me, not enough human contact, plus, weird hours.

Oh yes, what I was going to say is that maybe I want to be a psychiatrist, which is linked to my current studies in psychology.  I thought maybe it would be good because you have ongoing relationships with your patients, you get to know them, so you can understand them and truly help them.  You’re helping people in a meaningful way.  But I’m not sure whether I want to because I just finished watched the first season of My Mad Fat Diary.  It’s really good by the way, a British series.  I found out about it on tumblr, and I was like what the hell, I so want to watch this.  It’s about this fat girl who basically ends up with the hottest guy in school, so basically, I can relate and can fantasise about this minute possibility.  Also the guy, Finn, is gorgeous and so cute.  Classic bad boy, with a good heart and is really sweet and actually really kind.  Yeah, so when I saw all these GIFs of it, I was like, huh, these names sound so familiar, and the characters as well.  It looks like this book I bought and read ages ago.  AND IT WAS!!!  It’s the adapted version of My Mad Fat Teenage Diary which I read in maybe year seven.  I loved that book.  I can’t tell if it was actually great or just a good teen drama.  I think it was the latter.  But seriously, watch the whole first season, it’s only six episodes.  At first I was a bit like, this is alright…  But you get to know the characters, it’s a bit like Misfits in the cinematography.  Finn is sexy as fuck.  I cried so much in the last few episodes, that’s how good it is.  Love it.

Anyway, I’m getting two of my wisdom teeth out tomorrow.  I haven’t been dreading it much.  But that’s probably because I’m too stupid to actually imagine and comprehend the read pain I will be in tomorrow.  Stop it, me, I’d rather be half oblivious than wretchedly scared.  Okay fuck, I think I’m getting that TSI or whatever hand thing from typing too much, I really hope I don’t get arthritis in my fingers when I’m older.

I’m going to watch the Lilo and Stitch films now.

G2g,
Just Another Woo Girl

Those days…

Those days when you feel fat and sad… Sadly, today is one of those days. Oh man, literally, I brushed my hair over my face and thought, “dayum gurl you look hawt today (when yo face is hidden behind curtains of hurr)”. Dayum.

So update from the last five minutes I posted, I did not clean my room because my mum called me down for dinner. And no offence mum, was I disappointed… Last night I got to have Vietnamese summer rolls, yum! But tonight I was mediocrely greeted with soup, chicken breast (ew how bland) and broccoli. Devastating. I think I’ll eat fruit for dinner. I’m still feeling a bit off, the reason still unknown. But even fruit is high in sugars and calories and I bet I’ll be hungry again at 11pm. Then I’ll eat something bad and feel bad. Hoorah.

On the brighter side I’m downstairs and chilling on the guest room bed. It’s much cooler down here, I can actually breathe. Oh, and another pretty proud moment from last night; I don’t even know why but I’ve been staying up past 1am lately, and last night I didn’t sleep until 3am because I was watching the Bill Nye and Ken Ham debate…

So quick side note on that: Ken Ham. Some of the things, well every of the things (#theoffice) made me mad. He is so frustrating. And to break this hint of intellectuality in my life, tumblr had some funny stills and gifs of Bill Nye while Ken Ham was talking. His face was literally saying, “plz stop.” I laughed. This debate really made me realise how ridiculous I think religion mixed with science is. Everyone should watch the debate, guys watch it.

Yeah anyway so before I watched that I was online shopping, and what I meant to say was, I restrained myself from buying anything!!! I am proud! I’ve already set out a budget for the next two weeks until I get paid (I’ll be paid next to nothing) so I can save for my overseas trip at the end of the year to Japan and other places!!!! Being in Sydney these whole holidays, I mean it’s been fun, but really, I would much rather be exploring the world and gaining new and wonderful experiences!

Another thing that has saddened me about the holidays is how much money I’ve spent, and I don’t even know what on! Well I do, vaguely (clothes and other material goods). I got so much money these holidays, more than usual I think! And I still have next to none left! Although I am saving, and have saved quite a bit (when compared to past saving records) so that makes me happy!

Anyway, looks like I’ve just cheered myself up! For the first time in my blog for a while, woo. And that was not completely sarcastic either! Venting is good for the soul, and I’d rather not bore the real world with my mundane thoughts and woes. So hello world! Hello internet!

I’m going to eat fruit and clean now!

Bye lovely munchkins!
Just Another Woo Girl

I almost!!!! But then I don’t

Sigh myself, I am the worst ever.  Here I am sitting, all by my lonesome, in my messy room, in my gym clothes, with makeup on, all ready, hair tied up, but no I ain’t going to the gym.  See?  I am the complete worst.

Now I’d just like to say that I have a full face of makeup because I thought I was going to get my OPG scan to get my wisdom teeth out today.  I had already agreed with my mum that she would take me in the afternoon.  But when I woke up she was gone.  So I got ready and half waited for her, and half stared at myself in the mirror trying to fix the horrors of my hair (more on that later).  She came home at 5:30pm and didn’t say anything.  So yeah, you suck!

I mean I knew I was maybe going to the gym later anyway so getting ready was a good thing.  And yeah I always wear a full face of makeup to the gym anyway.  My skin is so horrible right now, and sort of as always.  It’s flaky, peeling and dry from my acne creams…making my foundation look real cakey.

To be honest I actually was ready and wanted to go to the gym today, except eugh, my mind kept saying to me, “the gym is not for fat people,” which is so totally stupid and ironic because how will I ever be skinny and ripped if I don’t go to the gym?  I’m still waiting for me to become skinny fat, I must work harder!!  Mind over matter!  Another reason I decided not to go was that I don’t have a gym bag, or even just a suitable bag to bring to the gym, so I didn’t go.  Also, I swear I have the roundest face ever, especially also because I’m chubby, so I never tie my hair up (which I miss doing by the way).

I’m sad.  My room is messy.  My room is hot.  My skin is crap.  I am fat.

I should stop complaining!!!! That’s it I’m going to clean my room right now!  No more talk, no more typing about it on the computer!!!!  I swear…I am really tired from doing nothing.  But…

I don’t know.  I feel like I never have any clear thoughts about anything anymore.  Maybe my life is bland.  Maybe I’ve just gotten better at thinking it all out in my head.  Or maybe I’ve simply repressed thinking about anything slightly difficult.  My ponytail is so tight right now it’s sucking the brain cells out of my head.

Is it possible to have green tea overdose?  I watched some weight loss video on youtube about how green tea helps boost your metabolism and how you should drink it at least three times a day.  I think so far I’ve had a bit more than three glasses and I feel a bit sick.  Maybe it’s my lack of exercise.  And every time I eat, I feel hungry almost immediately after, in fact, i don’t even feel remotely full at all!  And I don’t think it’s what I’m eating because for breakfast I ate beans, an egg and a slice of toast.  And for lunch I had a salad with some turkey and teeny bit of pork…  That’s pretty high in protein and low in carbs!  I don’t know!!!!!!! 

Life,
Just Another Woo Girl

A boring list that you shouldn’t read if you value your life

It’s so weird reading back on some of the blogposts I made last year.  A lot of them had to do with complaining and stressing about assignments, all extremely interesting…  I didn’t post that much either, I mean a few posts down and you’re already back in March in around the first few weeks of uni.  Oh how the excitement has worn off.  Apparently you don’t really talk to other people in tutorials, which I thought you were supposed to and I was some sort of unfriendly weirdo.  I’m not sure I’m looking forward to uni that much this year, I plan to work harder though at least.  But now that I think of it, when I say plan, I really haven’t planned anything yet.  Maybe I’ll make a list right now!!

How I’ll ace uni this year:
1. Fix up a good timetable ASAP when they come out.  And re-evaluate subject choices and arrange timetable accordingly.
2. Order readers online, then pick them up during O-week.
3. Order any textbooks needed online, have them delivered to home.
4. Start readings a week early.
5. Always read lecture slides before the lecture.
6. Revise lecture slides after the lecture.
7. Complete tutorial exercises.
8. Compile written notes of interesting points (especially in Philosophy).
9. Write out summarised notes for psychology, compiling lecture slides and notes with textbook information.
10. Pay attention in lectures and tutorials and take a lot of notes on your laptop! (Which you’ll compile later into written notes, and then typed summaries for exams).

Well that was a boring fucking list.  At least I wrote it somewhere though…

Cya,
Just Another Woo Girl

Please use your inside voice

Lol my fan is so loud when I close the door I can’t hear my parents screaming at each other.

I actually sort of think my dad may go through some sort of monthly issue like PMS but I don’t think there’s any sort of scientific reason behind his temperamental and anger management issues.  It’s weird because he used to be a lot worse.  And when I say used to, I mean maybe around six years ago?  I mean recently we had a huge fight because I wanted to turn on the air conditioning and he said it’s a waste of energy and basically said he would kill me at that very moment by punching me and he wouldn’t even care about the consequences.

Literally I said to him, okay, the fuck is wrong with you?  Why are you being so crazy over the air conditioning…  And I slammed the door and then he rams into it trying to get in like a fucking maniac saying he’s going to knock me dead.  I was like okay, kill me then (you idiot).  And then he’s all like, “why you slam the door?!”  And I say, because I’m angry at you for not letting me turn on the air conditioning when my room is fucking what 35 degrees and I can’t breathe, i.e. what we were just arguing about (idiot).  And he gets even more angry because he doesn’t like my answer and I’m like, what, that’s exactly why I slammed the door and I don’t even give a fuck.

What’s weird is that my mum was downstairs shouting for him to stop screaming, yet she didn’t take the actual effort to come and stop him.  I mean, hello, he said he was going to murder your own daughter, what are you gonna do about it.  Obviously she’d rather I die than to come up and have him get angry at her as well.  So good luck dealing with the popo when they find a dead teenage girls body in your house that is your freaking daughter.

Anyway so right now I’m just chilling in the only place in my room that I can sit down on, my bed.  I was about to start planning my (very stressful) 19th birthday when I realised, oops, my bladder is almost full.  Not oops, I did not actually piss myself thanks.  So I opened my door and was surprised to hear my parents screaming at each other again in chinese.  As usual when I first hear them fight, my heart is like “uh oh,” and I slowly freeze and try to listen.  Realise this, I am all the way upstairs, nearly on the other end of the house and they’re in the kitchen.  What I mean by that, is their shouting is motherfucking loud.  All I can understand mostly is something about arms and hitting them, and maybe murder.  Sigh, just calm the fuck down.  My aunty is over as well so please, calm the fuck down.

So yeah I don’t really know what they were arguing about.  I heard something about money and medication, maybe for my mum, or from my acne creams, I don’t know.  I feel like they might be stressed over all the investment properties they’ve bought, which is quite a lot.  And I feel like they don’t even really know what they’re doing…

I dunno.  Every time I turn on the air conditioning because it’s too hot in my room my mum’s like, just come downstairs it’s cooler.  First of all, everything I want is in my room.  If I’m at home I’m in my room (or the kitchen).  Secondly, why the hell would I want to hang around downstairs with you.  You stare at me, watch what I’m doing on my computer or phone, annoy me, and do gross things

I could tell my dad was pissed even when I got home.  I had thought, er how can you be pissed already, what can you even pissed off about.  The only thing I can think of that I know about is that my aunty came over for dinner, but mum hadn’t made dinner, and dad tried calling her but mum didn’t pick up her phone because the screen was frozen.  Which to be honest, is a much too petty reason to be angry.  Why don’t you just cook?  He was planning to just eat at our local japanese restaurant which has yummy eel, but mum was just like no, I’ll cook fish and stuff, it’s quick.  I think he might’ve gotten pissed then.

Also this event that I will describe to you pretty much confirms his jealousy of my meal freedom.  You see, one day mum made dinner, but I ate a mango instead.  And today, mum is making dinner, and I had a delicious pork roll instead, and some ice cream.  And today, my aunt was apparently eyeing the mangos but my dad told her that they were for me (lol).  He was very bitter about this.  Because mum then said to him, er she (my aunt) can eat them!  They’re not all for me (me).  And he got pissy because my mum told him that he basically couldn’t eat the mango the other day because it was for me.  I dunno this explanation is boring.  So maybe their argument stemmed from that.

But to be honest, I can’t even be bothered trying to decipher why the fuck they’re fighting because a lot of the times the things they scream over are fucking petty as fuck.  They can be so immature.

And what I also thought when I peed was that, this is why I’m like this.  I scream at them because they scream at each other, and they also used to scream at me.  Every teenager probably feels like this but it was fucking annoying when I used to (and sometimes still) fight with my parents and they don’t even fucking listen to what you’re actually saying, and this tends to lead to screaming.  Though the thing is, what I then thought in my puny brain, is that I can’t blame them for how I am now.  When I was little you can blame them, because you don’t know any better.  But the fact that I am aware and so conscious of this I have the power to be different a change.  I have my own mind and make my own decisions about how I want to be.

That’s how I feel about complacent people.  I know I am lazy, that’s not something I’m proud of or attribute to “just being me.”  It’s something that I want to change.  But people who are just complacent with their flaws that they know are fucking flaws and basically prevent them from achieving and succeeding and being the best they can be at life, are just fucking stupid.  Being hard working, and not lazy, is so important for just life.  Everything is hard and takes effort, you just have to realise this.  Anything easy is not worth doing.  It’s only when it becomes difficult and you overcome obstacles that what you do is worthwhile.

So derp.

Sigh I have to clean my room it is actually a dump.  And I have so many new clothes and shoes to find a home for.  And I have to plan my birthday.  And I have to make facebook events.  And just life is a lot to do and it’s hard.  I spent too much money today…

Anyway, no more complaining…

Cya,
Just Another Woo Girl

Lame update on what I’ve not been doing

So yes, it is winter break.  And I, the sad, sad being I’ve evolved into, has done nothing.  Nothing of interest really.  Well to maybe make my life seem more lively than it is, I can say that there is a slight chance I may be going to Melbourne before the break ends.  Yes, interstate, much excitement to be had there.  It’s odd really, I visit Melbourne usually once a year?  My sister lives there, that’s why.  Yet, to me it seems intolerably mediocre, the same as Sydney, but I used to argue that Sydney is much better.  I mean, Melbourne’s always been characterised as the superior city, better in culture, cafes, food and entertainment.  I guess I haven’t experienced that side of Melbourne.  And not to slight my sister, who thinks herself a true blue Melbourner, which I suppose she is; I don’t really think she actually knows all the really cool places.  In fact, a few of my friends went there during the summer break, and their photos were amazing.  They went to St Kilda beach, I haven’t even been there.  The only ‘beach’ I went to was Port Melbourne, which you could definitely say to be the equivalent of Brighton Le Sands in Sydney, which both, are not beaches.  At all.  They’re definitely just bays…

Anyway, I’ve been sick for almost a week now.  I was bed ridden a few days.  It wasn’t much of a change though.  I was sitting in my bed all the other days as well, just doing stuff on my computer.  When people ask me what I even do on the computer, I can barely answer that.  Vaguely, if I remember, I watch shows or movies, youtube, google stuff that I come across?  I don’t really know.  I always have twitter open, and facebook too (not that I really like facebook).  Facebook is so…I can’t even really express it.  It’s a hole of nothingness.  I’m not sure what it’s like for you, but I’d say it’s similar to what people think of tumblr, but much more, bland, and mundane.  The reason is, I’m pretty sure, is that there was a phase in 2009 to 2010, where the layout of facebook changed and it made liking (or the old ‘become a fan’) much more easier.  So in that case, I had liked thousands of pages.  I literally mean thousands.  There was a tally before on the profile page.  So my newsfeed is just full of spam from all these pages I’d liked years ago, so irrelevant.  But some pages post funny photos or memes, which I click through endlessly.  Most I’ve seen before.  That really says how much crap I sift through…

Right now what I’m doing on the computer?  I’ve been obsessed with James Franco again.  I’ve got Franco’s and James Dean’s IMDB pages open constantly, and have been watching all the movies they’re in.  James Dean only did three films before he tragically died, it makes me so sad.  (I really can’t express it any other way, I am a five year old).  Watching The Office bloopers on YouTube.  Watching Chengman and Pewdiepie gaming videos and vlogs…  Exciting.

I really can’t be bothered reporting all the really boring stuff I’ve been doing, so whatever.  I love watching James Franco’s instagram videos, they are the best.  It’s so odd.  Also have been watching interviews of James Franco.  I love the Esquire one with him and Dave.  Also, Inside the Actors Studio.

Okay bye,
Just Another Woo Girl