New Chapter

This blog is going to be a happy blog, but first of all i need to rant about something that's been frustrating me. I'll start off with a few definitions:
Testicles: male reproductive organs located in the scrotum that produce sperm and the male hormone, testosterone www.gyneconline.net/eng/abc.htm
Pride: the feeling of self-respect and personal worth wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn
Manhood: the state of being a man; manly qualities wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl.webwn

My pet peeve as of late is clingy, lonely pathetic guys. I am sick about guys that have been in relationships for like two weeks and being with the one. Then when something horrible happens they go into a spiral of depression and can't believe how their heart has been torn out and their soul shredded. I'm sick of hearing about guys cyber stalking their girlfriends, like seriously. I am sick about hearing guys cry cause a girl doesn't like them or she did this and that with another man. Like seriously you are a fucking tool if you expect monogamy from someone you haven't even been dating for at least 6 months. Humans fuck up, shit happens, we have urges, be thankful it's just a sexual urge and not a I'm going to stab you while you sleep urge. My facebook news feed was spammed today by two individuals posting about how their girlfriend now hates them, they were posted lyrics from love songs and seeking sympathy because their life no longer had meaning. Like seriously, grow a god damn pair of testicles, rediscover some self-respect and man the fuck up.

Though on a happier note, I've changed a bit. We all have the notion of moving out and living on our own. For a while i thought i wouldn't be able to do it. I know i won't be doing it for a while because of uni the fact is simple, I'm logically i unfortunately have a working brain and know that i can't afford it at this age. Though there was always something else about moving out. It was the fear thing, a lack of confidence. Like graduating high school everyone seemed ready and eager to do it but i was shitting myself i had grown into a nice friendly routine with people i cared about and i did not want to leave it. Same goes with living at home, i unlike most people like my family, i talk with them, i eat with them, their there if i need them. At Sara's birthday i befriended her friends, and i have to say they are the nicest bunch of guys you could imagine. This weekend i spent it with them at Christian's house (Sara's boyfriends) his mum is beyond cool, like we can do what ever we want up until what ever hour we want and she doesn't care the slightest.

I spent three consecutive days there. I worked Saturday, i went there and stayed the night. I came home in the morning, showered, got ready for work, went to work, came home, showered went back and crashed again, then came home Monday afternoon. People these days seem to always want to go out and do something that cost's money but that wasn't the case with them. Not everyone was drinking but we still had a fuck load of fun. Movies, quoting shit, horrible jokes before crashing and swapping stories. I'm spending new years with them, shall be pretty epic. I know I've complained that my friends don't hang out as often as i want them to. It's understandable we all have lives and it seems like we always have to plan ahead in advance to get a day we can do something. Though its nice i have some friends that just do random party nights. It kinda did feel like i had moved out that weekend. We ate a lot of junk food, made a lot of mess. We cleaned up, we went shopping, split the bill. At this point I'd like to say never use self-serve check outs. We were there for at least half a hour, no joke. The guy who worked at woollies were so pissed off, gave us the 'four guys can't work the machine' stare. Like seriously that thing is sooo pressure sensitive it's not funny. Though a group effort on the Monday breakfast was pretty cool. I came home cause dad threw a hissy fit about me not being home for days. Turned all the slight small things about the weekend into a big deal. Like me not getting enough sleep, dad was like 'this is why you should be at home, so no one can disturb you while your sleeping'. Like seriously i chose to sleep on the mattress on the floor cause i gave the spare room to my sister. Also one of the dog's bit me cause i accidentally stepped on him, stupid Pomeranian. Though when i came home i was once again beyond bored, i had nothing to do.

Side note, i talked with someone again today. Haven't talked with them till i tried to get into their pants. We had a discussion about that cherry night in their car. I've come to realise my sex life is ruined. Like i know I'm std free again but once you catch something your mind is always there, always thinking 'when was the last time this person got tested'. I got told the only reason i got lucky that night was because i was so persistent. We talked and I've come to realise that i now make up reasons not to sleep with someone, purely cause I'm afraid I'll catch something, bye bye raging hormones, hello state of fear.