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

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

Trapped in the pantry (Friday the 13th)

So since I’m trapped inside a walk in pantry for god knows how long, I thought I’d blog. And yeah, I haven’t blogged in a long time, but to be honest there hasn’t really even been much to blog about, and also I just can’t be bothered.
I was going to ask if I was weird to hide in the pantry when my mum came home unexpectedly with a guest while I was eating frozen bananas in the kitchen. Caught off guard. To the point, I guess it is weird, I didn’t want to tweet about it cos it’s too embarrassing so here I am, back on the blog. This isn’t the first time I’ve been trapped here either. I’m pretty sure it was exactly the same situation as well, where I was sitting carefree devouring food in the kitchen when I suddenly here the turning of the keys in the door, the rattling of the metal door frame and the quick creek of the wooden door with the clanging of the chain. As soon as I heard it, my mind was racing, do I take the risk and stay in the kitchen in my bright pink robe and see if maybe it’s just my mum, or make a dash for the pantry?
Well you know what I decided… I thought, I could take my embarrassing robe off, but I wasn’t wearing a bra. I wish the kitchen was closer to the stairs so I could make a dash for my room, which I spend most of my time anyway. Convenience.
But instead it’s on the far end, and so I had to take my frozen banana and run into the pantry.
Far out I can hear them talking about me, I knew this would happen. They’re like, oh I’m not even bothered to ask her to come with us (on holiday to China) anymore, she’s unhappy there and even the older one isn’t happy! Well oh my god, mum is seriously such a baby sometimes. One time when we were all in Melbourne she started crying because she didn’t want to go to yum cha or some shit like that. What the fuck.
Anyway, awks. She thinks I’m upstairs in my room or something but I’m not, I’m right here listening.
OH NO I NEED TO SNEEZE!!!! Quietly… Just sneezed three times. I think I’ve gone unnoticed.
What erks me is that even though if I were in my room it’s highly likely I wouldn’t be doing my philosophy assignment, but now I physically can’t even if I wanted to! This is frustrating. Usually it’s just my own procrastination that prevents (well I guess it’s just me that prevents me) from doing my work. But now it’s the fact that I’m stuck in the pantry with an empty bowl, my phone and a stool. There’s not even food in the pantry, not that I’d eat it anyway (I’m on a diet). There’s only hair dye, appliances and non-edible stuff.
Usually I’d be content surfing social media on my phone, not thinking it was that boring. But as soon as I closed the door on myself, I thought, “fuck, this is going to be boring”. And that it is.
Now I’m sniffling, trying to quietly, because of the sneeze. Far out, they’re just gossiping about shit. I don’t really even know what they’re talking about. Drink tea and go away already.
You may be wondering about the last time this happened to me. I feel like I’ve thought about that time, many a time. Just thinking how odd and weird it was. And now here I am again. Last time I don’t think I even had my phone. Even if I had, I think I had a Nokia or something with no fun things on it. At least now the possibilities are broader with the iPhone… Last time it was my soon-to-be or maybe already uncle who came over to talk to my mum. I ran inside the pantry, trapped, and luckily there was some sort of fold out garden chair, and I sat on that. When he left I revealed myself to my mum, that I had been sitting in the pantry. Quite lol. I won’t be doing that this time. Not really sure how I’ll make my exit this time.
I feel sick. I want her to leave. I want to go back to my room, which by the way, in an act of procrastination, I’ve moved around. It took me maybe half an hour to rearrange a few things, my bed is facing the door now which makes me feel unsettled because the last time my bed was like that I had the most turmoiltuous dreams.
Eugh, I just heard the word diet. Shut the fuck up stop talking about me. Now they’re whispering and talking about how I went to dinner on Tuesday. What the fuck, I think she thinks I have a boyfriend (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH THIS IS HILARIOUS!). Actually now I’m not sure if they are talking about me. Oh my god, I wish I wasn’t here. She says I’m not confident, oh my god… This is so fucking weird. Please… I’m DEFINITELY not revealing myself now! But now I don’t even know how to!! I hope they both just leave and go shopping.
Life…
I don’t know what they’re talking about again… So anyway, uni update, I got a credit for some film studies exercise but so sad, I was a mark off a distinction! I handed it in on time as well! But my philosophy assignment was due/is due at four but I’m going to incur (I think that’s the right word) the two mark penalty because I don’t even fucking know what the questions asking. I want to apply for special considerations but it’s too late…
Lol I think they’re talking about me being lazy about dinner. I don’t think I am! I make my own shit, kind of, especially now I’m on a diet. Fuck I just want them to leave!!! I’m tired and don’t want to deal with this shit.
Well what do you know, I guess this is my Friday the 13th unlucky luck. This is what I get for being a ‘sceptic’ about it. My friend was like, “Be careful guys! It’s Friday the 13th!” And I thought, “Heh, whatever.” Well look at me now. Feeling slightly vomity in the pantry with 20% battery and an assignment to do and having to hear crap said about me. At least I don’t have a stomach ache (which I have been having a lot recently). Hopefully I haven’t jinxed it.
Well, we’ll see how this plays out. Looking at this bright screen in the dark makes me feel a bit nauseas.
See you on the other side (I’m definitely not wooing),
Just Another Woo Girl

Trapped inside the pantry (Friday the 13th)

So since I’m trapped inside a walk in pantry for god knows how long, I thought I’d blog. And yeah, I haven’t blogged in a long time, but to be honest there hasn’t really even been much to blog about, and also I just can’t be bothered.

I was going to ask if I was weird to hide in the pantry when my mum came home unexpectedly with a guest while I was eating frozen bananas in the kitchen. Caught off guard. To the point, I guess it is weird, I didn’t want to tweet about it cos it’s too embarrassing so here I am, back on the blog. This isn’t the first time I’ve been trapped here either. I’m pretty sure it was exactly the same situation as well, where I was sitting carefree devouring food in the kitchen when I suddenly here the turning of the keys in the door, the rattling of the metal door frame and the quick creek of the wooden door with the clanging of the chain. As soon as I heard it, my mind was racing, do I take the risk and stay in the kitchen in my bright pink robe and see if maybe it’s just my mum, or make a dash for the pantry?

Well you know what I decided… I thought, I could take my embarrassing robe off, but I wasn’t wearing a bra. I wish the kitchen was closer to the stairs so I could make a dash for my room, which I spend most of my time anyway. Convenience.

But instead it’s on the far end, and so I had to take my frozen banana and run into the pantry.

Far out I can hear them talking about me, I knew this would happen. They’re like, oh I’m not even bothered to ask her to come with us (on holiday to China) anymore, she’s unhappy there and even the older one isn’t happy! Well oh my god, mum is seriously such a baby sometimes. One time when we were all in Melbourne she started crying because she didn’t want to go to yum cha or some shit like that. What the fuck.

Anyway, awks. She thinks I’m upstairs in my room or something but I’m not, I’m right here listening.

OH NO I NEED TO SNEEZE!!!! Quietly… Just sneezed three times. I think I’ve gone unnoticed.

What erks me is that even though if I were in my room it’s highly likely I wouldn’t be doing my philosophy assignment, but now I physically can’t even if I wanted to! This is frustrating. Usually it’s just my own procrastination that prevents (well I guess it’s just me that prevents me) from doing my work. But now it’s the fact that I’m stuck in the pantry with an empty bowl, my phone and a stool. There’s not even food in the pantry, not that I’d eat it anyway (I’m on a diet). There’s only hair dye, appliances and non-edible stuff.

Usually I’d be content surfing social media on my phone, not thinking it was that boring. But as soon as I closed the door on myself, I thought, “fuck, this is going to be boring”. And that it is.

Now I’m sniffling, trying to quietly, because of the sneeze. Far out, they’re just gossiping about shit. I don’t really even know what they’re talking about. Drink tea and go away already.

You may be wondering about the last time this happened to me. I feel like I’ve thought about that time, many a time. Just thinking how odd and weird it was. And now here I am again. Last time I don’t think I even had my phone. Even if I had, I think I had a Nokia or something with no fun things on it. At least now the possibilities are broader with the iPhone… Last time it was my soon-to-be or maybe already uncle who came over to talk to my mum. I ran inside the pantry, trapped, and luckily there was some sort of fold out garden chair, and I sat on that. When he left I revealed myself to my mum, that I had been sitting in the pantry. Quite lol. I won’t be doing that this time. Not really sure how I’ll make my exit this time.

I feel sick. I want her to leave. I want to go back to my room, which by the way, in an act of procrastination, I’ve moved around. It took me maybe half an hour to rearrange a few things, my bed is facing the door now which makes me feel unsettled because the last time my bed was like that I had the most turmoiltuous dreams.

Eugh, I just heard the word diet. Shut the fuck up stop talking about me. Now they’re whispering and talking about how I went to dinner on Tuesday. What the fuck, I think she thinks I have a boyfriend (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH THIS IS HILARIOUS!). Actually now I’m not sure if they are talking about me. Oh my god, I wish I wasn’t here. She says I’m not confident, oh my god… This is so fucking weird. Please… I’m DEFINITELY not revealing myself now! But now I don’t even know how to!! I hope they both just leave and go shopping.

Life…

I don’t know what they’re talking about again… So anyway, uni update, I got a credit for some film studies exercise but so sad, I was a mark off a distinction! I handed it in on time as well! But my philosophy assignment was due/is due at four but I’m going to incur (I think that’s the right word) the two mark penalty because I don’t even fucking know what the questions asking. I want to apply for special considerations but it’s too late…

Lol I think they’re talking about me being lazy about dinner. I don’t think I am! I make my own shit, kind of, especially now I’m on a diet. Fuck I just want them to leave!!! I’m tired and don’t want to deal with this shit.

Well what do you know, I guess this is my Friday the 13th unlucky luck. This is what I get for being a ‘sceptic’ about it. My friend was like, “Be careful guys! It’s Friday the 13th!” And I thought, “Heh, whatever.” Well look at me now. Feeling slightly vomity in the pantry with 20% battery and an assignment to do and having to hear crap said about me. At least I don’t have a stomach ache (which I have been having a lot recently). Hopefully I haven’t jinxed it.

Well, we’ll see how this plays out. Looking at this bright screen in the dark makes me feel a bit nauseas.

See you on the other side (I’m definitely not wooing),
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

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