*sigh*

Ok, so my last skin didnt last long. I was having so much trouble with the comments I decided to just ditch the entire thing.
Ting! Give me a shout when you get settled in alright? I want to know how you're doing. (and when I can visit? hehe)
I just watched this really interesting movie called the Boondock Saints. Its pretty old, it came out in '99. A gay Willem Defoe and a gorgeous (and Irish!) Norman Reedus. Check it out. And dont assume I only like the movie for the lovely accent (and Norman Reedus!). Just check it out. Trust me. If nothing else, it'll make you look at Willem Defoe quite differently!
Ugh. Am feeling so antisocial. Somehow, I just dont seem to be able to deal with social situations. I feel like Chandler. Its the truth. I want to be sociable, and I know I get along well with most people. But after about 3 mins, I seem to lose any ability to carry on a conversation. In the end, it becomes pretty one sided, with the other person asking questions, hoping to prompt a decent response from me. Maybe I answer questions too well. Leaving no room for conversation. bugger. It's especially bad with the Aussies. I have no idea why. It's like we're on a completely different wavelength. I feel like a complete tool most of the time. Seriously. Worst bit is, the new ressies at B&G are such great people! I really like them, but cant seem to connect with them, though I really want to! I'm quite sure it's me. Maybe my brain doesnt work fast enough for me to hold up my end of a conversation. Being the weird freak that I am, I always analyse conversations after I've had them. And I can always think of the perfect thing to say after.
I hate myself.

Valentine's Day...Oh what a day!

Check it out. Its a pic of my valentine.


Yep, I went for the Good Charlotte concert in Canberra. And it was FUCKING AWESOME!!
I have great pics from the concert. Go to my Yahoo photos to check them out.
My ears are still ringing. Whoa.

*sheepish*

ok. I'm sorry. It's all my fault and I was stupid. Apparently you guys COULDNT leave comments! I'm sorry!
I love you guys! *muah*

Dyu think its true?

Seer


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Hmm..i wonder. what do you think?

Have I told everyone how happy I am with my new old room? Its lovely. And so clean. ahh.
On the other hand, I'm bored to tears. There's only so many times a girl can neaten up her room. I need something to do, someone to hang out with. Pronto!
Is my blog boring? Maybe it's because I'm afraid to say all the things I really want to. I know who reads this blog, and I know there's always the possibilty, however small, that there are other people that read it too. You know me, always afraid to step on people's toes. And always trying to make sure I dont let out things someone might have told me in confidence. Though imagine if I did speak my mind? People might start hating me. If only they knew that what I would like to say is all for their own good. But, no, its way too dangerous. Its already all so stretched now, and we thought the distance wouldnt do anything to us. hah. I suppose it has made me realise that what I thought I had was really all my own imagination. Pity. It makes me feel foolish and it makes someone a bloody hypocrite. ugh.
Its the boredom that's brought this on. I'm going to shut up now.

hmm...

ok, so I've been told my blog is boring. Which really comes as no surprise since I figure I'm a pretty bland person all round. But you could at least comment and tell me I'm bland! It's so depressing to see "0 comments" all the time.

Gee...What a Surprise...

You scored as Envy. Envy 94% Pride 69% Sloth 63% Gluttony 56% Greed 38% Lust 31% Wrath 31% Seven deadly sins created with QuizFarm.com

Well duh. I was born this way. Isn't it blatantly obvious?

And I haven't even seen Quills....

You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped of
exaggerations, Your real life was as dramatic
and as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to an
ancient and noble house, you were married
(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiress
for money, caused scandals with prostitutes and
with your sister-in-law, thus enraging your
mother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under a
lettre de cachet for 14 years until the
Revolution freed you. Amphibian, protean,
charming, you became a Revolutionary,
miraculously escaping the guillotine during the
Terror, only to be arrested later for
publishing your erotic novels. You spent your
final 12 years in the insane asylum at
Charenton, where you caused another scandal by
directing plays using inmates and professional
actors. You died there in 1814, virtually in
the arms of your teenage mistress.
You are a revolutionary deviant. I applaud you.


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sigh...doesn't it just seem wrong to you?