The Thaw Generation

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Procrastination (aka My Mother)

There's not too much that I do better than procrastinate.

Actually that's not true. I can justify my procrastination admirably too.

I wonder how this happened. I mean, it's definitely not in my genes. My mum is like a piston. She's not just always doing something, she's doing it with purpose. She is the most organised person I know. I don't just say this because she is my mother. In fact, I remember in about year 11 a friend said to me, "Shiney, she's not your mother, she's your fucking PA." Which I resented at the time, until I realised how awesome it was that, despite the fact that my mother was completely nuts and had to be actively doing something all the time, a large portion of that time she was doing for me, or my sister, or both of us.

Super.

Recently she gave me the best tip ever. And, my non-existent readers, I will share it with you here. She told me, "Shiney, as soon as you get home, don't fucking sit down and take a break, you'll never get back up again. You can have you goddamn break after you finish (insert random, horrible, normally thesis-related task here)."* At the time I may have made a derisive snort, but, against all odds, my PA was right.

Now, I am not too sure where this post is going... Oh that's right, nowhere, I'm simply procrastinating.

A thousand pardons.



*
My mother would never say "fucking". Y'know, just FYFI**.
**FYFI = For Your Fucking Information

Friday, September 22, 2006

R & R

Today a good friend of mine, let's call her Ramona, was told by a guy that she had a casual on-going relationship with, let's call him Raphael, that he had been having sex with another girl whilst they were together...

I know, I know, it sounds like a bit of a SO WHAT? But, let me give you the context!

Ramona was in a foreign land when she met Raphael, so the reason that they weren't in a monogomous-y type relationship was that she was going home in about 5 months. And they had a clear understanding that if he was to find someone (from his home town) that he wished to have a more serious relationship then their arrangement would finish. Immediately. Turns out Raphael decides that he would prefer to continue putting his penis in both Ramona and a new lady without informing either female party.

This led me to the following conclusion: Cunt.

I know I overuse that word, but REALLY! This guy! (I don't know what is the typing equivalent of throwing my hands up in absolute disbelief, but let's pretend it is the following symbol: ~!~) All I can do is ~!~.

Man, I love the gents, LOVE them.* But this kind of fuck-wittery is really beyond me.

Why? WHY? WHY? WHY?



*Special shout out to young Justin Timberlake, who is, as I keep telling anyone who will listen, PRACTICALLY my boyfriend, due in no small part to the amount of time I spend with him** everyday.
** Listening to his song SexyBack is the same as spending time with JT, and all you mean bastards who say different can fuck off.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

When Even Congress Knows You're Wrong

God lord, I wake up this morning after a terrible night of particularly vivid dreams about my boyfriend cheating on me with a skanky-looking blonde and her trasher husband... STRANGE, only to find that in my absence from consciousness Bush has decided to attempt to "clarify" the terms of the Geneva Convention...

Yes, let's have a little bit of a looky see at what's going on with the Geneva Convention...

Ah, yes, here it is: It appears to BAN TORTURE! Hmmmmm, NOW I understand Bush's sketchy understanding of it. Puh-fucking-lease. The man is a cunt.

Apparently the US need to be allowed to use torture on "high-value Al Qaeda suspects" so that they can protect their citizens from attack. It is even worth protecting your country from those that seek to destroy your oft-promoted democratic values if the path you have to take is that of torturing prisoners?

Need I remind anyone of what was done in the name of the Soviets in a bid to further their social agenda? Seriously, what the fuck is going on? Am I just WAY to into my thesis and am starting to see parallels to NKVD or KGB behaviour in everything that the "bastion of freedom", the United States of America does in its war on terror.

On second thought, I think that perhaps I would prefer to return to the dreams of my partner's infidelities than wake up to a world in which my country provides full support to a crazed man who is extolling the benefits of torture.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

I'm back...

...And this time I'm REALLY procrastinating!

Man, you know I am serious about avoiding uni work when I am bringing the blog back from the dead!

Anyhoo, so much to say, so little time.

So I shan't for now.

But enjoy the blog, it's all shiney and new!*

*NB: I know that shiney is spelt without the 'e', but some laydee took that name, so we're stuck with what we're stuck with... OKAY!