Recyclables and posers.

So, I am angry at the current moment.

Fear me.


I had always thought there was only really ONE thing i hated.

Posers.

Turns out there is another thing I hate.

Recyclable Girls.

But let me start out with posers.

You may be asking yourself any of the following:
1)What IS a poser?
2)What is for dinner tonight?
3)How do I abduct Craig Mabbitt?

questions 2 and 3 are ones i think about every day.

number 1 however, is much more pressing.


(also sometimes spelt "poseurs")

How to tell you're a poser:

1)You pretend to like bands you actually don't.
For example, you say you like bands like [insert awesome band like RHCP here], but really you're more into shitty artists who mean nothing to anyone but shallow dickheads, like "Lil Wayne" or "Black Eyed Peas"

Okay, I'll admit. In year 5, i LOVED the black eyed peas.
I, however, grew out of this and realised there were actually some good bands in existence.


Now, you may be going through your iTunes library to discover whether you have bands that make you a poser.
HOWEVER, having those bands doesn't make you a poser.
LYING that you love those artists does.

For example, let's say for the hell of it there is a super attractive member of the opposite sex.
Let's name him/her Sexy McSex.

Sexy McSex is your dream, okay?
Turns out they like the complete opposite of what i like
(e.g they like being a poser, basketball, top 40 music, fishing)


NOTE: there is NOTHING wrong with those things (apart from being a poser), as we are assuming that Sexy McSex acually DOES like these things, I was merely using these as an example.

To be a poser, and thus gain social acceptance from Sexy, would be to say

'REALLY? I LOVE BEING A POSER, BASKETBALL, TOP 40 MUSIC AND FISHING!!!"


A more mild form would be
"oh yes, i HAVE heard of The Doors!" to some attractive kid who likes them (obviously raised right), when you really haven't.




Now, I don't want to place the blame on anyone.
But generally, as a rule of thumb, people who are posers like things such as:

being a poser
masturbating furiously to pictures of Justin Bieber
listening to music softly
getting drunk every weekend (in the mind of a teen, especially a female, this gains social acceptance from males; the female thinks the male will see them as 'cool' and 'fun' when really it just makes her trashy)
taking pictures of self from different angles
going online and pretending to hate everything
talking about how much they hate their life online
among other things.

which brings me to another subject.

how to SPOT a poser.


1)bintang shirt.

ONE THING I CANNOT STAND IS A BINTANG SHIRT
ON EITHER GENDER, I DO NOT CARE.

It also makes me very breathless as every time i see a person wearing it i must mutter a comment about how i hope they burn in a very deep hole.

The reason a female wears a bintang shirt is because, well, it makes their body look better.
They think.

They believe it makes them look more like a sex object, which many females want to achieve.

The reason a male wears this shirt is to maintain a status of being "Dardy" or the recent slang term used to describe someone "cool" by bogan standards.


2)Hair which looks like a cinammon scroll.

I must thank my friend Andy for this.

*horde of girls with shitty bleach blonde hair and some with brunette hair walk by, each with hair placed on top of their head*
ANDY: why do those girls have cinammon scrolls on their head?
LISA+MARY: SO MUCH ORDERING OF LINGUINI RIGHT NOW.


now, the thing is,
these girls think this also makes them "dardy"

Because they cannot bear to be independent.
No way, they must be the recyclable girls.
The recyclable girl is one who is dating a boy one week, then has her friend date him, then pretends to be angry at her friend so as to stir up drama, then gossips about whoever doesn't have a scroll-head, then is friends again, then spots a boy who she deems "dardy" because he is also wearing a bintang shirt, possesses a rats tail, and likes 50 cent.


These recyclable girls often have low self esteem- why else would they travel in packs?
they cannot fend by themselves, because, by themselves, they are very weak.


and they MUST look the same because the male members do not want to date someone who looks to different- the unfamiliarity is too much to bear!

They may also forget which girl is his girlfriend that week, so having them all look the same avoids confusion between an "undardy" girl and a recyclable girl.


The girl also finds it amusing to travel in company of male members of the "I'M SO COOL, I USE BAD GRAMMAR AND TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE BINTANG AND MEGAN FOX/PORN STAR" clan.

this is because they believe members of the exterior "undardy" community will see them as automatically cool.

HOWEVER,

apon writing this i have discovered that poseurs and recyclable girls are very closely linked.

I couldn't provide an insight into the "RAD BOI" as i am only a third male, due to my operation gone horribly wrong.



Before I leave, here are some artists you may want to check out, if you even care.

but don't pretend you like the following bands ever, if you really don't.


The Doors
Led Zeppelin
THE RAMONES are the best band to listen to if you hate posers also.
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Rage Against The Machine is probably the second best band to listen to for hating posers.
Radiohead
The Beatles
Queen
The Strokes
The Rolling Stones
The Clash
Anti-Flag
The Sex Pistols

But really, listen to what music you love and wear what YOU like.
Because chances are, you don't really like being a recyclable girl.
And posers just lose their own identity. Which I would never deem cool.

But hey, why would you care?
You're too wrapped up in YOUR own life.

"you only talk to those who look and act the way you do,
cause you think you're so fucking cool"- Anti-Flag.

Sydney

So, as you may know, currently I am residing in a place they call Sydney.

For my brothers wedding.

Day 1)

Plane.

Aunt Silvana (whose idea of food is air) is catching the same plane as lisa and the mother.

Lisa is tres hungry.

Silvana passes her a square

"Have some, they're very healthy" she says.

Lisa takes a bite. No taste. Lisa has another bite.

At this precise moment, it feels like there was a party in her mouth and everyone died.

Then, going through customs, my mother, being the incredibly intelligent woman she is, forgets that she has put steak knives in her suitcase.

Half an hour later.

Almost on the plane.

Lisa's taste buds have finally revived themselves.

On the plane-

(boy a few seats behind who looks about fifteen)

"Mum, i've been pondering this for a while...."

Lisa listens intently.

"...What would happen if a cloud got sucked up into the engine?"

FACEPALM.

So lets fast forward to the night.

Family (Davd, Michael, Rebekah, Mum, Dad, Lisa go to Thai/Indian restaurant).

Lisa cannot eat spicy food.

Vindaloo is in the middle of the table.

Lisa does not know what this intriguing substance is.

She takes a bite.

Before her taste buds commit suicide, there is a fire in her mouth, that her taste buds have intended to cease by pouring gasoline and petrol all over them. And kerosene.

Taste buds dead for prolonged period of time.

And the apartment lisa is staying in is right next to a busy road.

Cannot. Fall. A. Fucking. Sleep.

Day 2)

Lisa gets woken up.

Not happy, Jan.

Parents are out because lisa tells them ever so nicely to please get out and not wake her up in the future.

So she watches music clips on television.

Time well spent.

Texts AJ+Jen+Bec during the day.

Remembers she must buy present for Priyanka.

taste buds still have not been revived.

Day 3)

Rebekahs hens party.

get up erly (sigh) and mother and lisa get in ca with Rebekah and her maid of honour Rebecca.

Confusing.

Lisa makes necklaces which say "beks Hens" on them.

Tantalising stuff.

Taste buds, still showing no sign of relief.

Clairvoyant arrives, after much waiting, Lisa gets a turn.

Clairvoyant says jenny and her will be taking a trip when school is over,

says beccy will enter a business soon.

Says Lisa is good at telling how people feel (apparently)

and will have seventeen year old boyfriend next year- star sign Taurus.

Apparently.

Lisa pulls out card with man stabbed in chest multiple times.

Clairvoyant does not explain.

Clairvoyant says lisa would be good in media.

Lisa jumps for joy inside.

Even though it is all a bunch of crap.

Clairvoyant reads palms,

lisa will have three kids apparently.

NOT HAPPY! I WANT MOARRR!!

Get in van,

socialises and takes many many pictures.

Go to restaurant.

Socialises more.

2 others called Lisa.

Overall good night.

(Y)

Day 4)

To the city.

Starts off shit.

Woken up again.

Father hogs the foxtel.

Catch bus to city (which is, in fact, hours late)

Father complains like a grumpy old prick about how all these shops are found in Perth.

Father wants to go to McDonalds

Silvana points out McDonalds is found in Perth.

Father more pissed off.

Lisa contemplates mass suicide.

Then to the ferry area.

Lisa does not like ferries.

Sees boy working at food place thingo who looks exactly like Kurt Cobain.

Freaks out.

Returns to normal.

Not really.

Makes retarded videos while on ferry, to stop herself becoming seasick.

Taste buds zilch.

Day 5)

wakes up too early.

Taste buds, nope.

dinner with uncle dom.

nothing to report.

Day 6)

Sleeps at mike + Beks house

sleps shitty!

meets pete (rhymes)

goes on facebook :O

Lovely cat.

horrible dog.

no taste buds to report.

Day 7) will do later

well there, lest see how this goes

I, currently have no idea what i am going to write about.

Possibly the economic downturn?
No, thats boring.


Possibly how sexy i am?
no, you already know that.

Possibly how many scrotums rebecca has?
no, we all know she has twelve.


No, i am here to write to you about an amazing phenomenon.
the cat
It was my mums birthday the other day
(november 5 to be precise)
and she got a book titled
"the daredevils book for cats"

which got me thinking.

why do cats take complete advanatage of us?



all they do, all day is sit with their legs in funny positions.
or tripping us over.
or pretending to be cute then biting out noses.
or eating our babies.
(no, wait, that's jenny. sorry)

why?

i'll tell you why.

Because they are far superior to us.

All we really do is say "oh cutesy wootsy mister tiddlebumb!"

so, according to the daredevils book for cats" here is what i know so far.

Cuteness and how to deal with it.

Humans do so love an ickle kitten, or preferable three cute ickle kittens, cuddwing up to each uvver, They plaster them all over their birthday cards, posters, plates.... Cats on plates? whats all that about?

to which i say

NO!

cuteness must be stamped out.
We cats are in this for ourselves, not for anyone else.
Making a humans heart skip a beat and for them to go
"aw, aren;t they cute!!" is tantamount to prostitution.
In case you're thinking,
"weren't you a cute kitten once?"

NO. NO. NO!

I wasn't. Immediately after i was born, i rolled myself in tar than a succession of unattractive litter based objects, such as pork pie crusts, mutilated jelly babies, two hairclips discarded by an old lady with greasy hair and nits, and some poo.
So anytime you spot an ornament or 'living sculpture' featuring our cuddly kin, simply drop an anvil on a plate of them, and do the right thing.

Dynamite would also suffice.

Then there is another thing.


What cat;s really mean

Human: Here Kitty! come get your food!

Cat: meow!

What they mean: "you call that food! if i sicked that up, i'd be ashamed of myself. You monster!"

Human: "Why don't you come over ehre and sit with me?"
Cat:Meow!

What they mean: "sit with you? Do you think i've had nasal bypass operation? if i lay in your lap, my head would fall off!"


Human: (scratching head) "is thatnice?"

Cat: Meow

What they mean: "no! it's not bloody nice! you're in completely the wrong place, you ham fisted oaf. in truth, you've been scartching the same bit of my head for so long, it's starting to chafe. I canb't wait until you get your vet bills, then you'll be sorry!"

Human: (to human friend): The cat seems to love it here!

Cat: Meow

What they mean: No, i dont! This is the worst place in the world, its Guantanamo Bay times a million, you're worse than Genghis Khan!


yes,
i am sane.


good day.

ex and sulfuric acid

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LAST NAMES ARE HOMOSEX.

why?
why were these shenanigans invented?
i mean, the obvious answer is "so people with the same first name wouldnt get mixed up with someone else"
but some of these, are insane
and could ruin ones life.

e.g robin candy.
yes robin, i used you in my example.
professions he shouldnt work in
a) candy store
b)dentist
c)doctor
well when i say b) and c) i mean, what kind of dentist or doctor would be called doctor candy?

what robin should really do is become a paedophile,
and tell his victims that he has "lots of candy"
and trust me, i think thats a profession he may have considered.

and then there is gabriel.
gabriel hurtz.
"hey im doctor hurtz"
little children: *douse selves in gasoline*

FUN.

and aj.
alex jackaman

after much talk about the best profession, priyanka, james, alex h and i dedcided he shouild work with sperm samples
"hello, i'll leave you in here to make your sample, if you need any help just as doctor jackaman."
jack
a
man
yum,

my english teacher is so perverted
"well then, alex jack-a-woman"
oh
now thats just disgusting.
just disgusting.
and messy.

doctor sammut sounds so much more professional.
apart from the fact everyone think my last name is salmon.
SALMON IS A PINK FISH.
DOUCHEBAGS.

and then theres james' doctor
called doctor butcher.
now thats just something, you don't want to imagine.
ever.

i wish we could choose our own first and last names.
id be hugh jass.
thankyou, and goodnight.

MYSPACE RAMBLINGSSS!!

RANTTTT (on music mostly)

bloody hell i really hate the jonas brothers
and when i say that, i mean no offence to the people who like them.
they probably already know their insane.


i mean, i was watching video hits the other day becasuie rage had finished on the other channel
and this song comes on By the jonas brothers
i think its called paranoid?
or some other shitty title
and the whole fucking video

IS THEM

i mean ew
their ugly
especially the guy with the sideburns
And so in this video
its pretty much them in a car
looking at their dastardly reflection
who would do that
their like, puke.
i mean seriously, if you just like their music and thats the reason you blike them,i have a BIT more respect for you

BUT LISTEN TO 'SOMETHING CORPORATE'


becasue seriouslythey sorta sound like the jonas brothers, except their not gay/spend every minute of their time looking at themselves.
so yes
, please
listen to something corporate instead.
i know you arent going to.
but whatevs.
falling for you is their best song
but that one sounds nothing like the jonas brothers :


AND ALSO





i hate it when people put their 'music' section of myspace as bands that they honestly know nothing about
like
for example
i was cruising through myspace
and this person
had all these bands in their music section
and they had bullet for my valentine which, is of course, a good band
but they spelt it
"boolit for my valentin"
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK


okay, you know who you are

GET A BOOK, READ IT, AND STOP PRETENDING TO LIKE BANDS THAT YOU DONT

and like someone else wrote "bring me horizons"
instead of "bring me the horizon"
I LOLD.
like at first, i thought it was a different band so i googled it.
no results.
i lol'd because that person obviously knows absolutely nothing about anything.to that person, you're an idiot too, you know who you are.
stop pretending to like bands that you. fucking. dont


AND ALSO

when their music section is full of bands- full of 34897398456+ bands
and then people go
...and many more!

and its like
"fuck you, i bet that you don't like over 80% of those bands, and youre doing that to sound cool ok. and i bet that you have like one of their songs, and are saying that their "the best band ever omg!!" fuck you, just fuck you"

JUSTFUCKYOURSELFOK?

oh and i also hate
those people who have in their books section
"LOL BOOKS ARE FOR NERDS"
or
"i dont read ayyyye"
or even worse
"i dun ReAd Cuz Bookz Are Fur NerdZ!!"
okay i cannot stress this enough
IF YOU DO THAT, DELETE THAT NOW. BECAUE YOURE PRETTY MUCH SAYING TO EVERYONE THAT VISITS YOUR PAGE THAT YOURE A PRISSY LITTLE BOGAN SLUT WHO IS TRYING TO IMPRESS THE FIRST GUY THAT VISITS THEIR PAGE THAT THEIR STUPID AND CANT READ.


im not actually a bitch
i just really hate people who do those things :

so while im on the topic of what i hate, i may as well continue.
i hate winter
a lot.
EW.
ITS HOMOSEXUAL OKAY
its so cold
and i hate the rain
im like a cat
i like feline warm
haha im so funny :

winter should die.

anyway.
im going to stop talking about things i hate, other wise ill never shut up.
i shall write a better blog later!
tata my lovelies!
and subscribe you niggersss!!!

Ive never written a blog before, dont blame me for the crappiness

okay.
so if you couldn't already tell, i've never written a blog before.
every word i type is being underlined in that annoying red line telling me when i've spelt a word wrong.
I DONT CARE MACHINE!

anyway,
I just thought id rant about something we all know- truth.
Possibly we have heard the saying "the truth will set you free"
whoever said this, is speaking a load of kdefukfu!
examples.

my english teacher tells us that when we make a statement, we must follow it up with proof, so heres an example i think we can all relate to.
Freddie Krueger*

Do you honestly think that if dear old Freddie was caught and took to court (hehe see what i did there?) and he said "yeah bruh, i did kill all those people in their sleep and leave a big pool of blood for those poor old paramedics to clean up" and then he wiggled his extra long arms for the whole jury to see, that he would actually be let off scott free?


Yes, he would.
But this is because the members of the jury would be so scared of good ol' freddie that they would say whatever he wanted them to.

The moral is that power is stronger than truth. It also helps if you have knives for fingernails and aren't actually real.


"Oh," you say, "that was a really crap example Lisa." Very well then, I'll provide another, as I am just so kind and generous and everyone loves me lots and lots (see how easy it is to lie?)
example number 2)[insert famous guys name here]
So, [famous guy] is walking down the street and a group of fan girls notice this. poor old [famous guy] is being persued by these girls until one of them asks him "hey, are you [famous guy]? because if you are, I will totally take you home and we'll get freaky."
[famous guy] says yes, he is [famous guy] and that he would love to go home with her, thinking he can get some.

Next thing he knows he's chained to a bed with no way of escaping and this fan girl turns out to be really fat and looking somewhat like your great grandmother Mildred.
see? the truth SHANT set you free.

However, on the contrary, it is acceptable to tell the truth and to lie.
Which brings me to this instance.

See, my brother comes from Sydney yesterday as my other brother is getting married soon.
he's organising the bucks night and getting everything all sorted, and decides to show me what he plans to have. I soon discover he has gotten boob pinatas, a wind up pair of boobs (yes, they have those, shockingly), bob antennas, an apron with a girls body on it and also some boob confetti. Now this is all well and good- he however did NOT have to show me himself in full costume. So imagine this, your INNOCENTLY going about your daily business, maybe making a death plot or two, when your brother comes in (if you don't have a brother just imagine your father or other mentally scarring family member) to the room, dressed full in boob apron, boob antennas, holding a boob pinata and carefully winding up a wind up boob. I am just thankful he does not have any bucking boobs (like bucking bulls, only more erotic) otherwise I may have been forced to have a go.

So my brother says to me
"Hey Lis' what do you think of my outfit"
Now, being the kind, considerate, thoughtful sister (lie number 1) I am, i say to him
"oh.. its so lovely! you look very attractive!" (lie number 2)
"Yeah, it' pretty awesome, This boob pinata was $70, the biggest boob i've ever seen!" (im assuming this will be truth number 1)
"okay, I hope you enjoy your boob." (lie number 3)
My brother insists on wearing his boob antennae at the dinner table.
all well and good, until he starts talking seriously and passionately about something and the boobs jiggle around vigorously and i cannot help but laugh uncontrollably until tears are streaming out of my eyes. Now, I am a very mature young chap (lie number 4) and try to keep my laughter in, though i fail.

See?
it is definitely acceptable to lie in some cases.
However, you do not want to go and say something stupid like "DEAREST BROTHER, YOUR BOOBS LOOK PLENTIFUL, I REALLY DO ADORE YOUR MARVELLOUS TASTE!"
otherwise you will find yourself like me, wearing a boob apron, and complaining about the truth.
ANYWHO,
thats the first (and probably, seeing as noone will read this, the last) of my blogs, and i hope you enjoyed my lovely writing skills.
I think I'm also obliged to say that jennifer and rebecca are homos (truth number 2)
GOOD DAY!

*the guy from "a nightmare on elm street" who has knives for his fingernails and kills people in his sleep. WATCH THE MOVIE NOW!