Libby the esurient

This will be a good week.
Today's been good.
Waking up at 7 was shit house.

Lecture was meh.
Spent the two hours yawning, doodling and distracting.

I told a few of kids from uni about my holiday experience.

Joe's jaw dropping reaction was the most amusing.

I don't mind being the but of ever joke.
If it makes people happy.

I had lunch was Lauren.
Which was cool, first time seeing her in so long.
Regardless that i may talk to her most nights.

I planned my week.
Seeing friends tomorrow and thur.

Seeing up on the weekend.
Perhaps something spontaneous on Friday.

Because of the dearly loved Lex Survey

They law faculty has called upon the force and candy.

To get us to do our surveys.

How could i refuse princess Leia?

I can't find most of my songs on my external harddrive.

Though i refuse to let that dampen my week.

It shall be a good week.

Libby: sorry about the blog title.
(Couldnt think of anything else.)

Holidays concluded

first and foremost; i hate Magda Szubanski.

More so than i hate anyone else at this stage in my life.

Today was been a somewhat productive day.

Nothings gone horribly wrong, so it's a good day.

3 gym badges closer to the Pokemon league (H).
Pokedex has hit like 91 or something, quite impressive for a week.

Hayley's birthday was amazing.
An amazing race for us.

We were put into teams.
I had Em, Court and Bonnie.
And a list of clues.
One clue to the next, and you had to fill out a questionnaire.

About houses/streets/signs/geographic locations. etc.

We came 4th.

Still i was soo much fun.

Best sober 18th ever.

Some things don't seem to change.
At the BBQ after the race, i was kinda lonered.

Migrating between Tim-Dan, Amy and Em.
There we're some people there i didn't enjoy.

I had the pleasure of having someone glare at me all day.
Yeah i know, i lost weight and got hotter, deal with it.
I had the joys of hearing about women degrade themselves.

I got some horrid horrid images i didn't need.

Also while we are out of high school.
These girls couldn't pass up the opportunity to bitch.

For those that read my facebook status that day.

I think i would take the frenulum tear over her company.
thus life goes on.
Uni tomorrow.

joy...

I tried to study today.

But the site's down.
Perhaps more Pokemon then?

This week wasn't that great.

Wasn't all that horrid either.

Here's hoping more something better to come.

=)

For Karli and Em

In response to Karli and Emelia.

I didn't mean it sarcastically. You know you two are two of my best friends. I meant it as a personal thing. Why is it that i can hold a conversation easier with someone i don't know all that well in comparison to someone i spent 5 years of high school with. At first i thought maybe it's cause they know me too well, but the fact is i rarely see you guys, so why can't we have a conversation like we used to.

I'm gonna go with the idea that it's because i flirt with people that i didn't go to school with. Whether it's serious not or not i do it to pass time. Are sexual innuendo's how to i maintain conversations?

Gerascophobia

Oh this week has sucked ever so much.

First off all there all the bleeding.
The loss of dignity and ego.
Then i found my online account was hacked.
RMT's stole everything from ffxi.
Now i can't play for 2 weeks.
So SE can try and get my shit back.

Tomorrow's my sisters birthday.
My cousins being realised from prison on thursday.
The highlight of my day today is playing online checkers.

I feel old.
I've restarted Pokemon Diamond.
In the pursuit of getting a Lickitung.

I don't know if i want to do Justice anymore.
Like i prefer it over law and stuff.
But if i was a decent job, like a intel officer.
I have to go work in another state.
& very much so live a lie.
I can't tell people what i do.
I can't see the people i see now.
My cousin does it for a living.
He visits Brisbane like for like 2 weeks a year.
Like i get he gets to travel and what not.
Though i don't want to live a lie.

It hurts but its not bleeding.
Why is it when i go onto msn.

It's always people i didn't go to school that talk to me?
Like the only time i can carry on a conversation

With one of my "Best Friends" is when i have a story to tell.
When happens when i turn 25.
& Stop doing the crazy shit i am now?
What will replace the frenulum stories?

What i wouldn't do for a Bellsprout.

Never Say Never

So it's been a week.

A heart-clenching, nauseating, regrettable, irreversible week.

A lot of shit went down, though I'm not all that keen on reminiscing.

Though i feel obligated to mention a few things.

Dejan's view of the world from his beloved fence.
This one got to me, i have no idea why though.
I'm generally used to my parent's trying to run my laugh.

Careers, girls i date, what i do in my spare time.
It's routine, i do it so my sister doesn't get it.
Though never did i except it from my friends.
I blocked people out for a while after that.
Personally i gotta thank Gabi and her spider-sense.
Just before i published my blog. She called.
It kinda honestly meant the world to me.
She knew what i was going though.
Cause she went through it herself.
She doesn't get the whole 'Serbian Family' thing.
Though her advice just kinda needed.
I consulted a psychologist that night.
I talked with a mentor/role model from uni about it.

& a few other people that had some idea what i was going through.
The most amusing repose suggested which made me laugh was;

From the psychologist; Honestly, just tell all your friends to go fuck off.
He has a degree that I will consider it.
He was right non the less.
It's my life, they had no right to interfere.
It's my choice, it doesn't affect them.

As much as i would like to say the experience hasn't effected me.

It has, just a lack of faith in friends.
I'm trying to be open, though it fails.
People have not let it go.

Assignments are finally over.
I'm working on getting rested.
I had an awesome plan to go out last night.
Epic fail.

Though i would like to Amanda for offering her place.
Just made it highly amusing.

Realisations:
Crushes are not worth pursuing.
Questions:
Should i point out your flaws?

Somethings we don't talk about.
Rather do without.
Just hold a smile.

tribute

i'm sorry i forgot.

a few days ago.

three years ago.

a special kid was murdered.

rip.

m.a.s

forever young.

A good weekend ruined

Buckle Up and Arm Yourselves.
It's ranting time.

People are fucked up.
This weekend has been quite controversial.
Shit happened and i made the mistake of informing people.
Why do we a narcissistic need to confine people to a logo.
We must place people with a title, into a little box,

Where this title defines who they are, so our little world makes sense.

I do it.
You do it.
We all do it.
Some more than others.

I raised 'hypothetical situations' to certain people.
Only to see their face alter.'
It is soo fucked up.
I don't mean in regards to stabbing someone in the back.
Just the irony of of claiming to be someone else.

Why do you think you know what's best for me.
Why must i fit into your little world.
Why must it actually mean something.
Why do you seek to change my label.

Don't think you don't have a label.
We all do, you aren't aware of it.
What do you subconsciously label your friends?
Why?

Whose your best friend?
Whose your ranga?
Whose your fat friend?
Whose your whore of a friend?
Whose your gay friend?
Whose the airhead out of the group?

See my point?
I am rarely honest with people.
It only happens when I'm in a great mood.
Which lately happens less and less.
I'm probably more honest with my one night stands than you.
Because they're not gonna judge me.
They just want to fuck.
I don't have to be a label in their little world.

I am 18.
Most of you are as well.
You do not know what is best for you.
How dare you assume you know whats best for me?
I find it harder and harder to call you friends.
It does not have to be anything unless i chose it to be.

Cause you know why?
I'm gonna ignore all your advice, opinions and demands.
I'm gonna take my sweet as time.
AND SIT ON MYGODDAMN FUCKING FENCE.

Accept it or fuck off,

Your truly,
Dejan Tomasovic.
The boy on the fence.