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January 22nd, 2012

I’M A FREAK?

Seems like a lot of people enjoyed the previous post. Seems like a lot of people like to read my rants haha. Hey, I’m a pretty damn cynical person, if you want me to complain about pretty pointless shit… (let’s face it people, every single one of our lives is pointless, we are all just little pins in a very, very, large hay stack) more often, then let me know, ok? I don’t think this post is going to be anywhere near as entertaining. It’s going to be more like, a little, sob story. Sorry dudes! But hey, they are what keep today tonight and a current affair running!

I don’t like having a digital cry, but, not even my boyfriend wants to hear about this stuff, so, I may as well put it out there on my blog and those who can be ceebs reading it may do so, and those who would rather spend their time on tumblr or something can skip right to the images.

Here I go…

Yesterday marked my youngest cousin’s second birthday. My auntie threw a birthday party for her in a pretty large park, not too far from my current place of residence. Regardless of what you may think, I do think of practicality when I get dressed… well, kind of. I wore these shoes because they’re probably the most stable compared to all the others. Plus, they look the most ‘casual’. My hair looked like total shit yesterday, oily, frizzy, usual non-curly, just kinky grossness. So, I opted to wear one of my wigs. I have to wear them sometime, right?

Sadly, yet unsurprisingly, this resulted in my dad having a mini spaz attack just before entering the party environment. The point of his freak out was to express how ‘paraxeni’ he thought I looked. Paraxeni is greek for, weird or strange. That’s partly the reason I don’t enjoy family gatherings to a certain extent. I’m pretty much the only person in my immediate extended family who is this way. You know with a, creative, imaginative, mainly… uncommon style. I’m the only one who doesn’t like house music, I’m the only one who likes fashion and other artistic related fields, I’m the only one who couldn’t care less about sport etc. Everyone else dresses pretty typically, which is fine, they can dress however they want. It just sucks because, my dad obviously thinks I look, ‘weird’ compared to them and has, numerous amount of times, told me how he wishes I was just like, a ‘normal’ girl.

I don’t think he realises how hurtful his comments are. I went through high school feeling like a total freak most of the time. I think it’s sad when, even your parents, are against who you are as a person. I mean, it’s fine when random strangers look at me weirdly, well… not really fine but you know, whatever, I can deal with it. It doesn’t feel so good when your own parents fail to support you though. It’s not like dressing this way is bad, I’m not harming anyone. It’s not self destructive, it’s just different, that’s it… different. Isn’t it sad that something that isn’t considered ‘normal’ can annoy people to such an extent? I get irritated when my dad tells me to be ‘normal’ As far as I’m concerned. I am quite ‘normal’. Despite a kind of, fucked up, upbringing, I finished school, went to Uni, graduated Uni, I’m going to get another qualification this year and then I’m going to look for a job, just like everyone else. I don’t see how dressing in an unfamiliar way renders me so different that I’m no longer considered ‘normal’. I think my dad has absolutely zero sense of style, and I find most of his outfits quite repulsive…

Haha, I can just imagine people from my family reading this and shaking their heads. But, you know, that’s my opinion, I don’t rub it in my dad’s face and make him feel like shit about it.

I guess it upsets me because, I looked up to my dad a lot when I was younger. He seemed smart and grounded, patient, kind and generous. I always felt quite rejected by my mother so I always hoped that my dad would accept me, and when he feels the need to tell me I look weird in a derogatory way, in front of other people, I feel rejected again.

I’ve tried really hard to please my parents. I used to cancel a lot of plans when I was younger. I had a tiny social life, and on the occasion that I’d get invited to a party here and there, I would often say no because I knew my parents were pretty strict and wouldn’t allow me to go out. I never tried or thought about getting a boyfriend, because I knew my dad wouldn’t allow it. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was almost nineteen! I didn’t rebel at all, like other teenagers. I basically did everything I was told, so the fact that I’m still not good enough, because I don’t dress like everybody else. Well, yeah, it pisses me off. I just feel like, no matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough, or accepted by my family. Sometimes, I feel like the only way I could ever satisfy them, is to become someone I’m not. Sigh, how depressing.

I wish they were less narrow minded. Does anyone else have this issue? I’m guessing I’m not the only one who has had arguments with their parents about the way they dress.

I think, when I’m older and I maybe, have a child of my own, I’m going to encourage her or him to be whoever they feel like they are, dress however they want to and pursuit whatever they’re passionate about. I think being different is a good thing, no one remembers those who simply follow the sheep.

I added these spike shaped studs to an extremely cheap bow tie I purchased via e-bay. It doesn’t look quite as omfg aye-maaaaaay-zing, as it did, pictured in my mind, buuuut, it looks alright.

Try to ignore my face, I was experimenting with different gif exclusive effects.

Oh before I’m off, I should address something. A few people with blogs on blogspot/blogger have been e-mailing me with complaints that they can’t leave comments on my blog. For some reason, blogspot often doesn’t seem to allow people to comment on wordpress blogs like mine. If you have a blog, use blogspot, want to comment but can’t seem to. Don’t type your URL in the URL box. Just leave your name and e-mail. If you would like me to visit your blog back, you may leave its URL at the end of your comment :) WordPress might see the comment as spam, but I always check my spam, and if I find it, I’ll simply approve it as a comment and check back. I hope you’re all having a nice weekend.

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January 19th, 2012

HOW TO BE THE COOLEST GUY IN THE ROOM

Have you ever wondered how to be the most awesome person ever? Have you ever wished you exuded that cool, calm, demeanour, that makes your hipster idols so, like, perfect? NEVER FEAR, my friends, for I shall teach you the ways of the cool group.

1. TRIANGLES, I can not stress the importance of Triangles.

If you, like me, make graphics, put them everywhere. Especially on random backgrounds.

Put triangles, everywhere. Put them in your hair, wear t-shirts with them, draw them in your sketchbook, make triangle signs with your hands. Pray to triangles, breathe triangles, BECOME… a triangle.

Remember what I said about placing triangles on random backgrounds? That actually works with any symmetric geometric shape.

And there you go, your very own trendy as fuck image. Ten bonus points if you get it printed on a t-shirt and wear it to coffee and cigarettes (of course) with your friends.

2. Take webcam photos of yourself, trying to look as fucking sexy as you can.

Post images like these frequently but complain about how ugly you are and how girls like Angelina Jolie are soo perfect!! Lyk ohmahgawd, y cant i juz look like herr?!

3. Constantly discuss and bring up how you just don’t understand people and simply can’t even big to fathom the human race. Express how alienated and isolated you feel most of the time, when in reality, you have a booming social life, consisting of many drug fuelled parties and disco dancing.

4. Frequently complain about how disgustingly overweight you are, even though you’re an AUS/UK size 6/8 (US SIZE 2/4) in the presence of your larger friends.

5. Become a vegan (not because you give a shit about the animals, very important), give people shit for eating meat or dairy (vegetarians like me) yet still wear leather and real fur. Justify your actions by telling people your stuff is second hand. Despite the fact that you’re glamourising the products to anybody who sees you and doesn’t know where your items may have been purchased. Oh and smoke cigarettes despite the fact that most cigarette companies conduct horrible animal testing. Even better, roll your own (especially in front of others to show off your rolling skills), despite having the money to afford actual cigarettes.

6. Repeatedly use lame phrases like ‘Cool beans’, ‘oh poo’ (I hate that word), ‘so groovy’, you’ll be totally ironic and soo awesome!!!!

7. Create pretty imagery and post negative phrases on top. Like, “go fuck yourself” or “I want you to die :) ”

8. Act like total top shit, put other other people’s tastes down and prance around knowing that your musical tastes, grungy nonchalant style, and everything else about you is SOOO much better than anyone else’s ideas. Even though you enjoy Beyonce, Lil ‘Wayne and a few other mainstream artists (Even though you used to glare your friends off for listening to stuff like that 4 years ago), just cause it’s like ironic and cool now, ya know?

9. Transform into a total bitch if people question your taste at all in response to dissing theirs. In general, just be a complete dick to people who disagree with you in any way, because you obviously know everything. I mean, you’re pretty much god, k?

10. Of course, you should only hang out with people who agree with your highly pretentious and obnoxious views and only be seen with people who reflect the exact same fashion sense that you have. Being seen with a typical dude or someone who is too ‘over dressed’ could pretty much result in… SOCIAL SUICIDE!!!!

11. One of the, perhaps, most important parts of being the sickest bitch ever, is to be part of an almost incestuous group consisting of equal amount of boys and girls. Attempt to date every single person in your group.

11A. Your dream place to visit should be Berlin and your favourite music, folk rock. (Music too quick is SUPERR LAAME, EEEEEEW)

12. One must always give off a cool, suave, ‘I DON’T GIVE A FUCK’ vibe. Any public display of too much emotion could render one a peasant to the remainder of your awesome group of the awesomest people ever.

13. Believe that you’re so awesome that you’re basically above the rest of humanity and always display self destructive habits, because as one cool indie-vidual once told me “true artists are self destructive”* Ah yes, words of wisdom my friends.

P.S This was written with the intention of possibly being amusing to some people. Personally, I try to live by what the ancient greek sophists used to say, “I know one thing, and that is, that I know nothing” So true…

*Fuck you.

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January 17th, 2012

I WENT TOO FAR, THAT’S ALL I’VE GOT TO SAY

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WHY? Dear god, why, do people enjoy summer so much? No, seriously. I could understand if you live in a big nice house with aircon and a pool and you can just lounge around and be cool but dude, for people like me, IT EFFING SUCKS. All I want to do is stay inside, (thank god my boyfriend’s room has a fan at least) and literally do nothing. This weather doesn’t encourage productivity, at all. I went out to buy some ice cream (another thing, as if you lose weight in summer… all you do is eat shit like ice cream and lay down like a beached whale) and a cold drink and I couldn’t even bring myself to get dressed. I left wearing the denim skirt I was wearing yesterday, my boyfriend’s huge black t-shirt, my neon pink shoes… no tights, no make-up, gross hair. Yeah, I look Gross with a capital G, people.

Here is a list of twenty reasons why this season is by far the worst one, in my opinion.

1. The overwhelming amount of flies and other gross insects everywhere, mosquito bites, HELLO.
2. Dry itchy grass
3. Tanning (tans don’t look good on me, plus it’s SO bad for your skin)
4. Seeing way more thongs/flip flops than I usually do, plus, everyone in general, just seems to look like shit in summer.
5. Hot, dry wind AND humidity. Yeah, I hate both.
6. 45+ degree heat waves
7. Not being able to wear awesome tights anymore :(
8. Constantly sweating, ew.
9. Struggling to maintain weight, hello disgusting amounts of ice cream and goodbye exercise.
10. Watching desperate girls walking around in the tiniest of shorts, so short that I can see
their asses and flirting with equally desperate guys.
11. More people around everywhere, crowds
12. Getting bored.
13. When it’s too hot to go on the computer, too hot to draw… to move, to do anything creative.
14. Getting dressed becomes a nightmare when wearing anything other than your underwear makes
you feel like you’re about to bloody melt
15. Sunburn
16. Rashes from the heat
17. Feeling like make up is melting off my skin, ugh.
18. Feeling like I’m going to boil when I try to straighten my hair
19. Being stuck with the family more frequently
20. Lack of sleep during all the uncomfortable nights

I’d like a bustier in white and pink too, I really like them, what do you think?

Oh, how lovely is this lilac dress by Topshop, I WANT IT. Ah, other than my staple black, and white, I really like hot pink, pale pink, baby blue and lilac. Maybe pastel colours are finally getting to me. Oh, Oh, one of my images is on the Solestruck homepage today. That’s one of my favourite sites!! I guess I don’t have to accomplish anything else in life now, haha.

SCREW EVERYONE IN THE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE SITTING ON A BUNCH OF SNOW OR SOMETHING. Somebody express post me some snow? :D

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January 16th, 2012

A LITTLE BIT STRANGE

Before I get to the subject of today’s discussion, I’d once again, like to thank the kind people who left comments in the previous post. How nice you all are, so nice, that I’m beginning to question if you actually exist… hmm.

I was thinking about models today and how the whole fashion world is kind of screwed up. Ha, what am I on about? Kind of? The fashion world is probably really screwed up. In fact, the world in general is one big fucked up mess. Humans are corrupted and impure as hell, so, this comes as no surprise.

Anyway…

How shall I even start this? Models. Some of them get paid millions simply because they struck the genetic jackpot and happen to have features which are popular amongst designers. Now, I realise I can’t expect models to be selected because of their personality, or intelligence or some sort of skill they may have. I mean, they are working in the fashion business, and fashion after all, is all about presenting a certain look. The whole industry is basically about visuals, what we can see. Not what we think, or how we feel, I guess.

That’s fair enough, designers select girls they believe enhance or compliment their designs. What I find kind of bizarre, is people admiring models and looking up to them and discussing how AMAAAAAZING they are. I doubt most of these girls personally know the models they admire, so, they are admiring them (most of the time) wholly based on their looks.

Ugh. We all need to remember that looks fade, quite rapidly, compared to the average time that we live for.

I’m not trying to say that I think models literally do nothing, I’m sure they’re very hard working at what they do, I just think the importance of their profession is over hyped. Not that I think what I want to do for a career is any better. I once read a quote in a book about graphic design stating, “We’re graphic designers, at the end of the day, we’re not exactly changing the world” which I completely agree with. I can’t stand the creative types, (such as designers) who go around with their head held so high, acting like they are divine beings, looking down upon other non-creative, mere mortals.

Although I absolutely love style and fashion. I’ve never been amazed by a model or looked up to one. I would rather look up to someone for reasons other than something they were lucky enough to be born with.

I just feel like, as a society we are constantly getting more and more shallow. Think back to high school, why are the popular people always conventionally attractive? I was called a nerd in high school every single day and constantly put down because… I was smarter than anybody else in my class. What kind of ridiculous social hierarchy was that anyway? Attractiveness at the top and intelligence at the bottom? I’m sorry but being ‘good looking’ isn’t going to save somebody’s life one day, those people that the popular people spend years teasing might go on to become doctors later.

I feel like these things are heavily influenced by the media and fashion. Actors, singers, models, most of them are ‘good looking’. It’s like we (especially young people) are constantly looking up to people and using them as inspiration merely based on their looks. From a young age, we’re almost subconsciously taught and conditioned towards a very particular standard of what constitutes attractiveness and what doesn’t. In a way, we are taught that good looks equate to a good person and anybody who doesn’t fit into that standard should be ignored.

I know that, as humans we are very visual beings, I definitely am. I’m obsessed with style and I just finished a degree in graphic design, so I understand that the way things look definitely influence the way we think and feel. I select items that suit my tastes, I’d never buy something that I’m not completely happy with. I never use the same way of thinking when it comes to people though. There are some fashion conscious people who you see, always surrounded by equally stylish people. As much as I love fashion, I never judge an individual’s clothing choice or the way they may look when I’m speaking to them. Most of my friends (as many little as I may have) don’t dress up to the extent that I do.

It seems to me, like we are fed specific images daily teaching us what beauty looks like, but beauty in people shouldn’t only be about looks. Looks are so subjective anyway, it (beauty) should be about more than physical looks, it should be about who that person actually is. After all, consciousness is a human gift and that in itself is far more intriguing and beautiful than what we happen to look like.

I feel like we are beginning to look at people the way we look at objects and I find it slightly sad.

I’m going to end this with a question. Why are supermodels, famous singers and actors paid more than scientists and doctors researching into potentially terminal diseases and trying to find cures? Is it just me, or are our priorities a little bizarre?

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January 15th, 2012

WOW, YOU REALLY ARE DISGUSTING*

WARNING:
This post is going to involve some disgusting language, some of my younger readers may want to skip it

Sometimes, some absolutely revolting derro people make me want to stab the entire human race. But then, I remember how lovely all the people who leave comments are, and I feel slightly better.

Before I move on with this story, allow me to define derro, or shall I say, allow urban dictionary to define the word?

Derro
Australian slang for derelict, namely teenage kids who dress like trailer trash, start smoking and drinking when they’re 11 and learn their abuse of narcotics from their drug dealer/alcoholic/government support relying parents. Often live in government housing or low budget, dodgy rep suburbs.
International equivalents : Chav, ‘gangsta’, Adelay, Lad

*emo kid walks past*
Derro: Haii brahh, check out dat stupid fkn emo. Get im manh
Emo: Fuck off you derro loser. Go smoke some heroine
Derro: Yo brah what you say? Say dat to my face beetch. You wana start me ey?

It’s not mostly teenagers though, it’s basically anyone who’s really loud, gross, obviously a bogan and well, EVIL!!!

As much as these people repulse me when I see them around, who am I to judge? I don’t know what sort of life they’ve had, there’s probably a reason they have turned out this way. However,  I’m pretty sure people (including myself) wouldn’t generally think so low of them if they kept to themselves. But no, they always have to be starting shit with some poor innocent person. This time, unfortunately, that person was ME!

So after work, I was on the train going to my boyfriend’s place to use his interweb. I was just sitting there, as usual, minding my own business when a group of three previously mentioned, derros, got on the train. Two men and a woman. Sadly, they sat fairly close to me. They were yelling at each other and just causing general disruption of the peaceful environment. One of them had a dog, a pretty large pitbull to be exact. Now, I’ve never had a pet, I didn’t grow up around animals so I’m naturally kind of frightened by them, especially, big, freaky looking (in my perception) dogs. The woman began to shout at the man holding the dog and telling him to keep the dog away from her because apparently it could bite her “head off”. The guy with the dog got up and walked closer to her and she yelled back at him.

By this time they were all even closer to me. They began to glare at me, the guy holding the dog, shouted, “look at her dress, what the fuck is she wearing? She looks like she’s from St. Kilda” St. Kilda is an area in Melbourne. It’s a nice area but it’s known for dodgy people wondering about. Apparently a lot of prostitutes dwell around St. Kilda too. It was obvious that he was implying that I looked like a prostitute (wanker!). I didn’t say anything and the other guy turned and asked if I was from St. Kilda, I kept my head down and replied, no, quietly. He asked where I was from and I didn’t reply.

The guy with the dog began loudly proclaiming that his dog would attack everyone on the train, repeatedly. He turned his head, stared right at me and said, “especially her”. The other guy disagreed, looked at me and said…  ugh, I don’t even want to type this because it disgusted me so much… “it would come to you, to lick your fanny out” I think in the U.S fanny translates to… well, let us allow Urban Dictionary to define such crude terms again, shall we?

Fanny
UK, Australia, NZ. Fanny = pussy
Silly yanks, Fanny = bum

UGH! I HATE THE P word. I don’t know why, it just sounds so gross, sorry to anybody I may have grossed out. Anyway, so you see, what it means here in Australia? Like it couldn’t get any worse he then asked if, “it was hairy?” Well yeah, suffice to say, I was completely revolted by that point and extremely furious so I got my bag and walked away from them, to the end of the carriage. As I did, they noticed my shoes and told me to go “back to St. Kilda you filthy whore” while the other one whistled. It wasn’t enough that they had threatened me and tried to degrade me, as they got off the train, one of them walked passed where I was on the train, forced the door open and called me a slut.

There were other passengers on the train and at this point I felt totally humiliated and freaked out and began to cry. I know, it sounds weak, but I couldn’t help it, I felt so vulnerable and freaked out. What fucking right do these pathetic wastes of oxygen think they have, making judgements about me and trying to degrade me for absolutely no reason? I hate the way men think they can just treat women like shit and I hate the fact that the woman with them stood by and laughed as they degraded another fellow female.

I fucking hate public transport, I can’t wait to get my license.

Oh yeah, how awesome are those creepers from Asos? I already have two pairs of platform shoes that are similar so I’ll skip them but, come on, someone go get them!

This isn’t the outfit I wore that day, the outfit I wore is the one in the previous post, I didn’t look like a prostitute… right? (Not that, that would give them anymore of a right to give me shit)

*Quote from White Chicks, the movie.

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