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Yoinked from not_in_denial, who rocks muchly ^_^ Jul. 30th, 2007 @ 10:01 am

This is the lost universal truth. There is no truth greater nor more pertinent than this. This is the Holy Grail of truths. The Holy Grail stuffed with leprechaun gold. Salted with Angel's tears. In the lost city of Atlantis.

--Obscu, because I pick my teeth with Excalibur after dinner

Jul. 11th, 2007 @ 11:57 pm
Ahoy there, Obscu signing back in after a 2.5 month absence, for which I have a very good excuse.

I couldn't be fucked ^_^

Welcome newcomers to a wacky world of wonderful wishes and non-sequiters full of purple spotted giraffes and I swear if you eat my last cookie I'll feed you to the sea monkeys, just see if I don't! I'm an 18 year old student author romantic artist poet philosopher musician thespian linguist martial artist pirate jew guy who does lots of stuff, most of which he's not supposed to one way or another (and If I am, I find a way to do it a way i'm not supposed to - that way I can be non-conformist, just like everybody else).

Welcome to newcomers who typ liek dis, remarked to themselves upon my use of "big words", or have ever been the subject of a post on customers_suck. You are not welcome here, and furthermore, you don't frighten me, illiterate pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called humans, you and all your silly noob k-nnnnniggets. Thpppppt! Thppt! Thppt! I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!

I've gotta leech that one of these days... when i'm uncapped :(

Update: I'm working (for another 6 minutes) at Westpac Bank [read: evil, useless bitches], studying full time at uni [read: doing so much of nothing that study could be considered slacking off of my usual activities], and generally cruising through life whilst stopping every now and then to look at the penguins, smell the decaf (before throwing it away. Damn goys spiking my coffee.) and otherwise enjoy the sites.

Let that be a lesson to you. Life isn't the destination, it's the road, so stop every now and then and look around. Dont molest the penguins - they know kung fu. They'll kill you and eat your liver.

Update: It now being past midnight, It's my first day of beautiful, beautiful unemployment. I've already applied for a couple jobs though, so it's not really the lazy, do-nothing unemployment, but it's better than being a debt collector, damn soulless job, even for me.

Yes, a jewish debt collector.

Are we done? :P

My 18th passed without much note (mostly because I had to work that day. Well, theoratically - I had the better part of a bottle of vodka before work, and when I got there, i got sent home to enjoy my birthday). Still, it was annoying to go all the way to work only to turn around, even if i did enjoy the turning around bit. Just like the hokey pokey, except i don't enjoy that. It sounds like an ennuendo for "ze bumsecks". I'd never intended to throw a party of it and, having satisfied Kimi and Josh's stipulations that I must get boozed on my birthday, all i really felt like was a relatively quiet evening with a few friends - which is exactly what happened. Due to my tendency to ignore socially accepted norms of relativity, and about 1/3 of the people i dropped a line to actually showing up, there really were only a few friends.

I'm not a freak, I swears it! I'm just horizontally mobile along the spectrum of human psychological normalcy. *shifty eyes*

Billiards, snooker, throwing things at Liam darts, music, and cards. Oooh, and pizza. Kitten was nice enough to organise it, Ben volunteered his house, and Ben's dad volunteered the pizza (of which I knew about before Ben, which he found moderately amusing). This is known as "I'm" hosting a get-together.

On that note, some commentary from Jai, now an ex-coworker of mine.

"You evil, cheap, lazy bastard.

I wish i'd thought of that =("

I may or may not be posting things which may or may not be photos of what may or may not have been the billiards night on saturday (yes, that's for you).

The photos may or may not, on the other hand, be pictures of my cat running into things whilst yelling "I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER!?!"

Probably not, but you never know.

I've a lot more to say, and no inclination to say it, so I shall bid you adieu and toffy sausages.

--Obscu, because mary had a little lamb, it bumped into a pylon. 10,000 volts ran up its arse and turned its wool to nylon.

Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a. *sniffs with disdain. DISDAIN I SAY!
Speed of my heartbeat:: mischievousmischievous
Voices in my head:: The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - The Impression that I get

May. 2nd, 2007 @ 07:54 pm
I am suffering
My computer must hate me
It does not have sound

Apr. 29th, 2007 @ 08:37 pm
Phillip Pulman's The Golden Compass is being made into a movie (and I assume the two other books in the trilogy will follow). I love this seriesp. The Golden Compass was the first book to make me cry, in fact. If they screw it up, I will END them.

Apr. 22nd, 2007 @ 11:26 pm
Hello, my (theoretically) loyal fans. After a long hiatus from blogging, I bring you the (dubious) pleasure of listening to me yap on some more... I'll spare you today though. Here's some stuff that LJ restored from a draft I did the other week, so just have that instead.

Your Birthdate: June 28

You don't just believe in love at first site - you've experienced it.
You develop crushes pretty easily, but keeping your interest is another matter!
You are very prone to love - hate relationships.

Number of True Loves You'll Have: 1

Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 6

You are most compatible with people born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, and 28th of the month.

I see the horizon burgoining with sunshine, blue skies and unicorns that crap rainbows and fart dreams. I think I'll take a nap.

You Are 92% Gentleman

No doubt about it, you are a total gentleman.
You please the pickiest ladies, and you make everyone in a room feel comfortable.

shaken, not stirred

--Obscu, because.
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My first week of university's just about wrapping up. Then it's going to tie a red bow ribbon around itself and ship itself to the north pole with the intent to assassinate santa (who is in fact the prince of darkness in disguise). However, due to one of those random folds in the space-time continuum (helped ever so slightly by a tired postal worker who gets stranded on a desert island), it gets shipped to America and assassinates the next best thing - Dick Cheney.

Pffft, and those mimbrates think THEY can dive headling into a sentance. Eat your hearts out!

Be kinda like eating an oyster, wouldn't it? Gotta crack it out of all that metal first.

My point, however, is not in fact to ramble on and on in a garrulous manner (that comes more as an unintended by excessively indulged side-effect of the point)... What was my point again? Oh well, it's besides the point.

Now then... actually, i'm pretty sure it's more "then" than "now", as I'm writing about the past. I expect i'll be writing about the present ere long, so "now" may ascend to a position of dominance a little way down the track. I'm an equal opportunity writer.

Then, then, the week started off fairly well - which in itself was out of character. I suspect it was stifling its destructive impulses in order to commemorate the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I expect it also means that the beginning of the -next- week will more than make up for it... mondays are nothing if not predictable. And cruel, heartless, soul-devouring hellspawn. But mostly predictable. I managed not to nap through too much of monday morning lecture. I even noticed what it is our lecturer was explaining - badly. Poor souls like Mel who didn't take year 12 biology were frantically scribbling down "Dr" eleanor pierce's convoluted, innacurate facts, her unapplicable metaphors and similesand general failure to not only get to the point, but also to stop and ask directions when it became apparent that she seemed to be in the desert. On Tatooine. May she be captured my jawas and forced to clean up bantha poodoo. I've got nothing against the woman herself, she's a nice person... but so is vicky the yr 12 chem teacher. I'd prefer a nasty, cranky, Igor-ish old hag as long as she had at least the vaguest idea of how to translate her thougts into coherent, gramatically correct articulations.

The rest of the week passed into the dim, dark vaults of history in a blur of sugar and caffeine, sometimes even diluted with water. The human biology practical was interesting. Our studies have entered the realm of correct anatomical terminology, thereby significantly increasing the available number of sexual ennuendos available for use in civilised conversation. We're going down to the dissection rooms in a couple of weeks, to play with dead things. The med students went down on their first day (*shakes fist at Justin and Reece*). I'm not sure about Reece's group, but three people felt ill in Justin's group after one of the demonstrators cut open a corpse, pushed the ribs and lungs out of the way and removed the heart. Mmmmm, heart. Now i'm hungry. Justin apparently wasn't one of them. I think he enjoyed it, he kept telling me about how much fun i'd have taking people apart when i got down there. Well, either that or he's caught on to my somewhat interesting mindset which makes me predisposed to dismantling people for fun and profit. Mind like a steel trap, that boy - rusted closed so hard anything you attempted to shake it open would come out second-best. So, how's school

Today was somewhat interesting... started at one, however I came into town early to hang with Kitten and Llama. Interesting, wot? [aside: mandorallen on a charging llama]. After loosening my neck from the noose, I proceeded to my lecture, practical and tutorial, all in the Napier building. For those of you who dont spend much time in the Napier building, it's something like Hogwarts. Its floors are misnomers and dont exactly lead where they're supposed to, its elevators appear to be composed of cardboard and bad temperment in equal measure, its room numbering follows no logical order which may be grasped by any save those with a firm handle on quantum physics and improbability theory... except for those rooms, of course, which dont appear to exist at all. Perhaps they went on holidays. To Hawaii probably, visiting my damned hamster.

The Public Health practical wasn't bad... my keen sense of direction and animal magnetism caused my position to swiftly converge with that of a small group of intelligent and attractive young women. For those of you who've watched the discovery channel's documentary on the rare and elusive Obscu, you'll know that this is one of my preferred habitats. One of them even speaks as many languages as I do. I'm eternally in love, and will continue to be so for at least another four minutes.

Our tutor, who on account of his being german will hereon in be referred to as herr hitler, was a pleasant pseudo-young man who actually seemed to know what he was on about. He still, however, failed to pronounce my name properly. My new friends didn't, though *glee*. It's a small thing, but gag me with a penguin is it ever rare! herr hitler's a good teacher, but he has a very german concept of time - that is, it's currently whatever time I want it to be for as long as I wish it. 5 minutes overtime, this irritated me, and I quite promptly got up and left. This wasn't, as you may believe, a quiet sidling out the door. That wouldn't be practiclel in the situation where you happen to be in the row which is 2nd from the back. My passage out of the room was followed by dead silence. I really should get a restraining order, that silence was following me around even when it was alive. I'm being stalked by a lack of vibration of molecules in the air. I wonder how I would restrain it. Wear a small bell, maybe. The stalking silence was, in turn, followed by the rest of my practical group of about 30 people. I guess i'm an inspiring leader, because even herr hitler followed me out, though he couldn't quite seem to articulate his thoughts. He took it well though, smiled and left. I became very popular for the next couple of minutes.

My good mood was heightened by my comparative politics tutorial, which consisted of introducing ourselves, writing our names down on a slip of paper indicating which topic we wished to present on, and saying goodbye to the tutor as we left. Wewt.

And, now, back to avoiding doing any planning for saturday by whining about noone else wanting to do it for me.

see---^ ? "now"

---Obscu, because every time god masturbates, a kitten crucifies jesus.
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I'd like to take this moment to remember Matty. I dont know him, but someone close to me does, and that's enough for me. He died last wednesday. He was 22.

Rest in peace Matty.
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From the awesome, AWESOME people who brought you Total Annihilation comes Supreme Commander. It's new, it's expensive, it's full of eye candy and as we speak it's downloading to my computer complete with a no-cd crack. Piracy = Love
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After some overdue reflection upon my life, i've come to the conclusion that reflecting is bad for your health, and resolve not to do it anymore.
I am now a beta tester for Lord of the Rings Online: The Shadows of Angmar! ^_^
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