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Dazed and distracted can't you tell.

10/24/08 08:32 pm - Welcome.

Though Someone has proved that a Friends Only journal does not keep unwanted eyes out, I shall humour myself none the less, so this journal is Friends only. Comment to be added.

12/24/06 09:50 am - Bunnies Can't Stand Christmas

This made me think of you bunni!

12/24/06 09:08 am - Merry christmas

Dinner with jazebi last night reminded me of how little i update, so here i am telling you all i am alive and well.

the boy and i have been dating for almost 5 months now. going well. <3

I'm home with my family for christmas, darren came with me for a bit, he leaves tonight to spend xmas with his clan, but i'll see him again on the 3rd of jan when i go to see him in victoria.

erm... everything else is well.


11/12/06 10:38 pm - Harry Potter's Scar - 2005 UQ Law Revue

Warning spoilers- YOU HAVE to watch this its hilarious- missy higgins and harry potter!

6/20/06 12:30 am

SIGN THE 2006 PETITION AGAINST CHANGES IN THE LIVEJOURNAL INTERFACE Because if we wanted MySpace, we wouldn't be here! ARGH Why isnt the picture working!

3/27/06 03:16 pm

DO NOT OPEN ANS EMAIL TITLES RFECUEE or something to that affect....

i apologise if any of you have recieved an email like this from me. Stupid me clicked it, no attatchment or anything and bam.. computer goes white and then shuts down.

poor computer.

running every scan i can.. have NO idea what this thing is.

3/20/06 10:22 am

Just for those who were worried (none of you) jamie and i headred back to T'ville last night and get home by midnight to avoid Cyclone Larry. Townsville is rainy, windy but safe. cairns was fun though, pity the holiday got cut short. cairns and innisfail have been hit hard, jamies family have no power etc. We are FINE, i've had so many messages from friends here and in perth asking if we made it back.

more news later- especially as the second trpoical low comes close, thoughts go out to those in cairns, innisfail and all the areas affected.

3/5/06 03:14 pm

CHECK IT OUT- Excellent photos of your favourite musicians, Available to order!
<< just wanted to get the texthtml right to put a link elsewhere... still, if your into aussie music, photography etc.. checkit!>>

2/6/06 09:30 pm - X-posted to a forum journal.

Perhaps it was because i moved a lot, perhaps it is because i never saw the need to conform and perhaps it was because i was independant, but a certain type of person has always reacted badly to me.

This type of person is usually close minded, with a 'my opinion or the highway' attitude which definetly rubs me the wrong way. This type of person has always dealt with their dislike of me in an immature way.

First there was Baden, who grew up to be like a brother to me, but was very immature when i met him at the age of 12. Both new to the school, and both Army kids, living in the same Army Patch, Both artistic, Both teachers pet and both topping our year 7 class, he immediately had a problem with me. When I discovered his problem, i avoided him, he resorted to throwing sand at me and verbal abuse. Luckily, he got over it, expanded his mind and as stated earlier, are close friends.

In year 11 i went through a seriously down period where almost everybody was shut off from my life. I was irritable and ready to explode at the first person to piss me off- i hated it, so i avoided anyone likely to make me upset, especially when they were my friends- i didnt want to explode onto them. unfortunetly, in doing this i isolated my real friends from the 'people who sat with us' ie- the fake friends. By year 12, we were distinct groups sharing one spot. The 'others' dealt with me by bitching LOUDLY about one of my best friends infront of me, and getting shirty if i said anything to defend her, literally sitting down with their backs to me to blocking us from the group and hacking into my personal accounts to try and turn a mutual friend against me.

I don't claim to be high and mighty. I have done some pretty shitty things in my time. But the way these people dealt with their problems, especially with me, was immature and while Baden outgrew it, i doubt the 'squibs' from my late highschool days will. Things like spreading rumours, stalking someone online*, or stupid little jabs at someone about stupid things that don't really make sense prove that one doesnt have a brain and can't think of more productive ways to channel the anger or hatred they feel. I always thought the lowest form of insult was to comment on ones appearance, status or family- i mean, how is telling the world that a screen name i have, or a journal i keep is stupid, a sign of maturity or meant to prove that one is any better than i? Please, and this has already been done, though in many different crude ways, uif you are to insult me, indicate that you atleast KNOW me, and insult a flaw that i know i have. Thats how one can hurt me- though, not many people know my deepest insecurities- i sure don't write them in public journals like these.

I've learnt from a young age that i have to stand up for myself and my friends, and that letting someone 'bully' you or anyone else is as bad as telling that 'bully' that they are doing the right thing. I am vocal, and just as opinionated as the next person, I am not one to hide behind false values.

<< Hmm. I forgot to friends cut this, and i dont think i want to.>>

8/26/05 11:10 pm

i just drew a good picture of wilted roses... rather proud of it really.

the end.

ps. Doc tomorrow... can you say nervous?

8/9/05 05:34 pm - No LJ-cut. Sorry if youve already seen this, but i feel it needs to be seen.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe that homophobia is wrong.

3/15/05 08:38 pm

half_dem0n gave me this AWESOME icon today. Isnt it brilliant.


Anyway, i still havent done anything with my journal. gah i suck at HTML. However- how does one get a mood theme?


<--- LJ illiterate at time.

Mums talking to me on msn. I'm so proud.

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