Saturday 25 November

The job of a soldier is to go out and kill other soldiers for political reasons. As such I was always a bit against soldiers until my (Great) Uncle Dave's funeral. It was a full returned soldiers funeral and before he died I never even knew he went to war. I couldn't even imagine him at war. Here was a man who was incredibly gentle, a man whose great love was dessert. I couldn't imagine him wanting to hurt anyone ever. Yet when the Japanese got down as far as Guinea in World War II he went and risked his life so that the people and the country that he cared about wouldn't be invaded. You can talk about the dodgy politics behind this decision (Aboriginal land etc.) but in the end it must have taken a lot of courage to go out there and fight in a war. I really respect that.

Friday 24 November

Aytin' me beans, updaytin' me blog.

23rd of November 2006

I am doing something that hurts Paul terribly. Last night he said something to me along the lines of "do what you want to do, just don't call yourself a humanist." As shit as this is, this is exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to consciously keep hurting people in exchange for what I want which is the opposite of what I usually try to do. And I am going to stop calling myself a humanist. I feel like crap, as well as angry and defiant, and I'm not going to change. "I am doing the wrong thing."

The funniest thing that happened to me today (11/11/06):

Meat Chimes

Ronnie's party was great for this and other reasons.

Also you know when someone makes a crack at you and you come back with a great response hours later? This very thing happened to me that same night. See, I took off my glasses and Jack said "When you take off your glasses you begin to look cute" or something like that and hours later I thought of "When I take off my glasses you start to look cute as well." ZING! is the sound that call would have made hours earlier.

Sunday, 12 November

It really irks me when people I hardly know kiss me. I don't let on, because, you know, I don't want to make a scene or anything, but it does make me feel uncomfortable. I think that in the future, before anyone kisses me goodbye, they should have to answer the following questionnaire:

Have we ever had a good conversation?
Have we ever called each other up and hung out?
What is my last name?

If people could think about these questions I'm sure that they would know in their hearts whether it was appropriate to kiss me goodbye.

Friday 10 November

The end of my first year of uni. I bloody hope I passed that test. It would be extremely good if I passed my subjects.

Thursday 9 November

When I was a kid my family and I were stuck in a car on a blocked freeway just as it started to hail. Our car and maybe five others were fortunate enough to make it under a bridge in time for the worst of it. I sort of hope that things like that are random.