Posts Tagged: underground

CHASING SLEEP

Hellooooo, it’s 12.46AM, I feel so delirious. While 46 minutes past midnight may not seem very hardcore, I have been waking up early lately and not sleeping enough so I feel rather drained right now. Having informed you all of this, I’m going to keep this post short. Like my height. Mmhm.

THANKS for the birthday wishes :D I had a good birthday, best birthday EVERRRR actually. I’m so lucky, my boyfriend bought me an awesome, awesome gift. I posted the presents before I unwrapped them on the Facebook page, a few people seemed curious as to what I received. I want to share with you all, but I’ve been doing important stuff lately… like actually trying (I am a major procrastinator, I inherit that from the master of procrastination, my dad) to finish my folio so I’m not just stuck in a crappy casual job forever.

I think I’m going to attempt to make a video about the birthday gifts, the idea of sitting there and photographing each item individually is not very appealing. Hopefully I’m not too awkward (I will be) in front of a camera. No birthday images yet, first I thought I would quickly compile all the outfit photos I haven’t posted. The next post will be all lame and fuzzy.

About a month ago, I ‘modelled’ aka just stood there and was photographed by my friend for his Interior Architecture final Uni project. He compiled a bunch of interesting looking stuff, I was impressed as I literally have zero building skills.

Shoes I am wearing in the above image are from Etsy. DUDE, ETSY IS SO FUCKING GREAT!!! I’m a little late with the whole Etsy craze, I’ve been checking it out for a while now but only recently became heavily addicted. My cart has like 48 items inside it right now. I’ve been deleting clothes from my Topshop cart, while adding items to my Etsy cart instead. I made a pretty large order the other night, I’ll tell you more about it later, soo much good stuff, the seller is incredible. What are your favourite Etsy stores people?! TELL ME!!!!! Speaking of selling things, I listed a few items on my Ebay page dudes, almost all of them are brand new. I’ve lost weight during this lifestyle/food/exercise change, so a lot of my clothes (particularly skirts) are too big for me now. Check out my items here. THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT.

INTERRUPT THE REGULAR

Hi there. Hello, What’s up? G’day. Yo, whatevz, what’s the happs? How are you? Gooood? Yeah, me too, well you know, could be better, but heeey, first world, can’t complain aye?

Okay then, now that the awkward postponed internet greeting has been dealt with, I shall get back to my regular blogging flow. Well, not quite yet. First, I’m going to congratulate the United States of America for electing Obama as the president once again. Thank you. I’ve been thinking about possibly moving to the U.S (specifically L.A) lately, and if Mitt Romney won… well, I would definitely have to reconsider.

Greeeaat, my left hand is currently falling asleep. How convenient, I have a feeling this is the result of typing and how cold my hands are at the moment. ANYWAY.

Speaking of American elections. I stumbled across this article about a bunch of ill informed American citizens who would like to move to Australia because Barack Obama will be the president for another term. I found it fucking hilarious. I was going to go on and on about why this idea is incredibly stupid, but I think this graphic I found sums it up quite well.

Yes, that’s right mofos. We have universal health care, and I’m pretty damn cerain we (most of us, other than a few crazy people) all like it. In fact, this year the Medicare levy was raised for those earning above a certain amount of money per annum. I think it’s about $84,000+ for singles, and guess what? There was no uproar, no talk about fucking death panels (uuuuuuuugh) in fact, most people working in Health care thought it was a good thing. I don’t understand how a country can truly consider themselves modern without universal health care to be honest. Health care should be the NUMBER ONE priority in my opinion, that and education. I’m so so so soooo glad we have Medicare. Sure, it’s definitely not perfect, but thanks to Medicare I have been hospitalised multiple times without having to worry about money. I received the best care from a damn Professor of Cardiology and I did not pay a cent.

The whole education deal in the U.S freaks me out too. I’m going to be honest here, I don’t know much about how the system works. All I know is, when I was on exchange, my friend and I didn’t have to pay for tuition in Buffalo because our CSP (Commonwealth Supported Place) was covering the cost, as it usually would at Monash. For a semester the money was given to UB instead. We, as international students, didn’t have to pay tuition to attend an American University, but the local students had to pay, WTF?! No really, what is up with that? Lastly, most of us think the whole ‘right to bear arms’ crap is a pointless load of bullshit. I hate guns.

NO, SCREW IT, I HATE EVERYONE

I was supposed to discuss the next topic on my mind tonight, but fuck it. It can wait. I’m so infuriated right now, it’s not even funny. I blame myself for even bothering to an extent. Someone get me the fuck off of this planet. Thanks

FUCK MAH LIIIFE, WHAT IS WROOONG WITH PEOPLE?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE PLZ TELL ME THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE OK. AT THIS POINT, I HAVE NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE OF THIS SPECIES.

I would also like to add, that anyone who actually believes we live in a meritocracy is partially blind. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AROUND. UGH. Now I know why Diogenes of Sinope needed a lamp to look for honest people, I don’t fucking blame him.

ROAD TO NOWHERE

Do you ever have those days when you feel kind of blank and wonder just what exactly you’re doing with your life? I’ve been thinking like that lately, it’s a little frightening and daunting. I mean, really, what the hell am I doing? I have to get my shit together man. Getting this together, involves blogging more frequently, cause you know, when I was on top of it all, I really enjoyed blogging… but now I’m so behind my own damn queue, I feel like I’m drowning in a pool of potential outfit posts, or something like that. I just confused myself. Face palm.

I’ve been wearing a variation of shirts with shorts or more often skirts lately, I used to absolutely LOVE dresses, but I don’t reall own many these days. I’ve become very fussy with dresses, I only buy them if they are EXACTLY what I’m looking for, and even then, I often get them altered. Ugh, so expensive, I need a better paying job!

I’M SO OVER THE HUMAN RACE BEING SCREWED

The charming words in the title are the result of a rant my sister had tonight. A rant because of the main story that has been taking up a majority of news time locally, recently. If you’re Australian, you have most likely already heard of the tragic case of Jill Meagher. If not Australian, and unaware, type her name into Google, it won’t take you long to figure out what happened. I’ve walked on Sydney Road, quite a few times, during the day and a couple of times during the night. It is not a place you expect to find yourself threatened. Then again, a place that makes you feel unsafe and on edge shouldn’t even exist. I will never understand how anybody could ever think it’s ok to murder another individual. What right do any of us have to take life away from somebody else? No right, is the answer, nobody has that right. No one. 

About a week and a half ago, Madeline posted this. Madeline, is a smart cookie and she’s correct when she tells us that we still need feminism. To be blunt, and very Australian here (if ya know what I mean) fuck oath we do. Madeline’s post made me begin to think about all of the times, I have been treated differently, because of my gender. Because, I happen to be a female. Do you know how many times people tell me to fucking smile? Do you? I’ll tell you, A LOT. Most of the time, I just shrug it off, because I’ve heard it on so many occasions that I’ve become used to it, but sometimes, it really angers me. Why is it so important that I constantly smile? Once, an old man, basically ordered me to smile more. For what fucking reason? I don’t see anybody approaching any men, ordering that they smile more. Why, do we, as women, have to constantly exude this overtly polite, nice, warm, friendly, nature? If a man doesn’t smile, no one thinks anything of it, if a man looks pissed off… still, no one thinks much of it, in fact, many even find this attractive. You know, the whole… ‘bad boy’ image. If a woman doesn’t have a huge smile on her face 24/7, there are those who will assume she’s a bitch. I know this, because people have told me. I don’t smile very often, it’s not that I’m constantly miserable, but my natural facial expression doesn’t position itself into a fucking smile. I have no control over the way my face naturally looks without expression, yet people feel the need to constantly tell me to smile. Why the hell do I have to look friendly and welcoming all the time anyway? I actually like the fact that I happen to look unapproachable most of the time, perhaps it will deter freaks from approaching me when I’m alone. So yeah, there is that whole smile problem.

Another thing. A few weeks ago when I was working, I mentioned how awesome I was (because you know, in some ways, I am pretty awesome), my colleague (a male) made fun of me and mocked my confidence. At that moment, it was like there was a lightbulb in my head that suddenly turned on. Why should I not have confidence? I thought to myself. I explained to him that I find it bizarre that female confidence is often questioned and perceived as bitchy, especially if the confidence is displayed frequently, (unless it’s the social sort of confidence, the type of confidence that makes it easy for a woman to approach a man and strike up a flirty conversation, that’s the type of confidence men love) while male confidence and sometimes even arrogance is seen as a positive or merely laughed off.

Back to the whole smiling issue now. Have you ever been approached by a creep and spoken to? Have you ever looked back and given them the fuck off look? Have you ever told a bunch of boys to leave you alone? I have, and the response I most often remember is something along the lines of:

Why are you such a bitch?
I just wanted to talk!
You’re a slut!!!!!!!!!!!
All of these are always said in a frightening, aggressive tone

So you know, because I don’t want to engage in a boring conversation with some seedy dude, I’m a slut. Uh huh. You know what’s fucked up? Men don’t even really have an equivalent word to describe assumed promiscuity. It’s only us women that get the whole slut card shoved in our faces. I find the whole slut calling thing, when you’ve told a guy to get lost, really messed up. Firstly, because… well, what the fuck is a slut anyway? That is such a stupid, pathetic, oppressive insult. You know what I’m saying girls? Secondly, somebody randomly calling me a slut, is assuming that I happen to have sex with a lot of people, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I find it rude that somebody would make assumptions about my sexual activity and attempt to degrade me for it, just because I don’t want to speak to them. As if I have some obligation to speak to them, just because they happen to be a man.

I think what a lot of men have to realise, is that we are not pieces of fucking meat. Yes, even if I’m wearing a short skirt and a crop top, even if my thighs are exposed, even if I have decided to expose cleavage, whatever. That does NOT IN ANY WAY OR FORM GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TREAT ME LIKE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I AM, A FUCKING HUMAN BEING.  When I’m driving, I don’t appreciate being stared at by older men in their cars or trucks, like a bloody object. I’m not a toy in a fucking department store, show some god damn basic respect. The whistles, the cat calling, the blatant stares, no, I don’t find them flattering, I find them insulting and guess what?! That doesn’t make me a bitch.

Jill Meagher did not deserve what happened to her because she was walking alone, she didn’t deserve it because she had been drinking, she didn’t deserve it because she was pretty, what happened to her was not okay because she wasn’t some douche bag’s idea of what ‘hot’ is. It is never, ever, EVER, EVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER, okay to rape someone. EVEEER!! I don’t care if the girl is fucking naked and drunk, it is NEVER OK. Okay. Good. There is nothing a woman can do that makes rape justifiable. It is always wrong and it’s never the victim’s fault. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise, because that is the biggest load of bullshit that could possibly exist.