Looking through a Glass Onion

It's 2:15 am and naturally that means BLOG TIME!

I can't go to sleep so instead I am up observing the casual comings and goings of various social networking sites and the like. For example there are 6 of my friends online on Facebook right now. You can spell SMAKES with the first letters of their names. It's almost SNAKES, but not quite. Would've been more interesting if it was SNAKES. But oh well.

Also, more interestingly, Mick Jagger is a trending topic on twitter right now (along with #worldcup and #wewontlast) for the fact that, as far as I can work out, he went to a bunch of world cup games and the teams he was supporting lost and now Brazil hates him or something. Although it's not as interesting as when Lizzie McGuire was trending a few days a go. I think that was some marketing ploy by someone for something (I could probably be more vague there if you're wondering...).

As it is, if you click on the Mick Jagger trending topic and it comes up with all the related tweets you face two main choices, either to suddenly learn Portuguese, or to decide if you like hot women.

...I know which choice I'd make ;)

Right...I mean left!

Here's a question, if someone just randomly came up to you and inquired how your Hungry Jacks fries were would you think that was weird? I mean, what kind of person inquires someone who they have never met before over the age of 10 how satisfied they are with their HJs fries (on a scale from one to 10 where one is very dissatisfied and 10 is very satisfied)? I mean they're just chain fast food fries that people have everyday, nothing remarkable or new or unusual about them... I can think of three responses people would have on average 1) "Not salty enough/too salty

2) "Pretty shithouse actually"

3) "Um yeah they're ok..."

(Guess which one I went for!)

For those who may not live in Australia or New Zealand Hungry Jacks is like McDonalds, it's equivalent in the US, I believe, is Burger King, just in case you are confused.

Well I guess it's an icebreaker... of sorts.

I hope the last paragraph makes sense and you get the point I'm trying to get across. If not I understand, I'm not sure if it makes sense to me either. It's not a particularly life changing observation but I'm on holidays and don't have much to do except to (not) solve online riddles and make cupcakes.

Social experiment: Ask someone you've never met before how they are enjoying their standard fast food. See how they react. Write a blog about it, record a video of your experience, or even be creative and write some poetry or paint a picture.

LATER THAT DAY: Probably should edit and post this... I hope you enjoyed rambling of me at 2:15 - 3:00 am.

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GO BACK TO SLEEP

This is the sound of your reason to wake.

Have we forgotten now? Can we relate?

So I may have just typed out most of the lyrics to All I Know by Karnivool and then erased them because I'm not sure what to write and those lyrics are by far better than I could come up with.

If anyone ever feels like getting me a present, I would like one of those massive jumbo tea cups you can get from T2. Mmm tea... You know who likes tea? William Moseley. He played Peter in the Chronicles of Narnia movies. I wonder what he's doing now... *quick google search* nothing much. sad face.
I was bored and didn't want to study calculus or civil so I drew this guy in the picture below. He may be based on a picture somewhere further down. Also the weird shadows across the paper are a form of artistic expression that is meant to symbolise teenage angst... lol JK I spilled tea on it accidentally and the paper dried non-flatly.



I cringed when I wrote that last sentence. Some Facebook fan pages are just ridiculous. If Facebook fan pages were all an intelligent life form had to go on when examining human life, they'd probably be very confused. Although they'd probably be confused anyway due to the probable extreme differences in contexts, but my point is... unsubstantiated.

I am struggling to find anything exciting or interesting to write. I bought cat earrings today.. Is that interesting? Not really. I just found and by found I mean noticed the stress ball in the shape of a hard hat which I got at a UWA open day that saids "Engineering @ UWA Use your head" I think I should have noticed it earlier during semester so I could have used it... or burnt it.

"You have the most unsubtle taste in jewelry I have ever seen in a woman!"

You'd better ask Metatron...

I hear he's quite the problem solver...

This is not a Muse reference

The other day I went back and read all my posts. And I discovered two main things

1) reading my old posts makes my head hurt.
2) Lot of Muse references. I counted 10. And I think there might be more...

Today I remembered that the other day I remembered I have $50 sitting in a PayPal account from like a year ago. I wish Paypal calculated interest.

But woo! $50 I forgot I had! Win! I'm tired. Does anyone read this? I like you.

The past will catch you up as you run faster, I know, the last in line is always called a bastard, I know.

So...

I really like this picture.

Hey Look it's a cute cat!

A picture of the Little Cat for Marzieh before she goes to dial up internet land.... <3
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I can make penguins out of post-it notes.

WARNING THIS TEXT IS IN CAPITAL LETTERS.


I think it's high time we do the chicken dance... I mean, write a blog.

University has commenced, and between devising ingenius ways to get rice across a crevice using only toothpaste, a comb and some old Neil Diamond CDs I am finding time to write a blog.





Hey it's someone playing the guitar that's not Matthew Bellamy! And I took the picture! It just keeps getting better...

I was going to post a picture of my little kitty here, BUT blogspot refuses to upload it for me. Obviously Brian doesn't want to share the lime light of being in picture form on my blog. She is quite cute.

So therefore this blog has come to an abrupt end.

I'm a tool, I'm a tool, I'm a tool

Guess what interwebs, I feel like blogging. You'd better run. Run fast. As Gandalf would say "Fly you fools!"

As the days in 2010 tick over and my little about me description becomes increasingly inaccurate (as does Marzieh's last blog post title) I am becoming a better person, with a definite purpose to my life and this sometimes hazy journey that has been my past is now surging forward with authority and distinction.

Quick explaination on that sentence, I liked the first half of it but then I didn't know how to finish it so instead of deleting I just came out with some random crap about me being well-adjusted. As to if I am or not I leave that you decide, as I believe this blog is a choose your own adventure sort of deal.

You open the hatch (turn to page 38)

OR

You wait till emergency crews rescue you risking death in 30 seconds (turn to page 67).

(page 38) You open the hatch. Air rushes into deep space but your space suit gets caught on the latch of the hatch door and the ship explodes before you make it to safety.

(page 67) You wait till emergency crews rescue you but your space suit gets caught on the latch of the door between the rescue pod and your doomed ship. The ship explodes before you make it to safety.

That'd get me.

Have fun being dead. I hear it's like being on holiday with a group of Germans.