Three trailer park girls go 'round an' 'round my insides, 'round an' 'round my insides, 'round an' 'round my insides!

by unanon at 08:16 AM on April 09, 2003

OK, the last time I posted, I was so drunk I have to refer to that post to figure out what I said, and then try and figure out what I meant -

I realise that I havn't posted in, like, ages, but i have been busy, no?

it probably doesn't help anybody when I don't say why I have been busy. Here's a summary:
- moved out of my parent's home
- invented a new genre of music
- started doing a BSc (Hons), to add to my collection of degrees [gee, 21 and I'm already on my way to getting degree #3. did somebody say "professional student"?]
- i'm also teaching med students! [apparently i'm the only person in the university without a PhD who understands the stuff well enough to actually teach it... actually, i'm teaching it so some PhD students as well.]
- i've figured out a way to get drunk on a weekly basis on imported german beer and colourful cocktails for nothing
- i now host my own radio show. oddly enough, i do it out of a studio at a different uni to the one i attend...
- i've been printing up defamatory anti-war t-shirts for greasy-haired hippies
- and i'm doing a remix of a big track for a big electronic act

and that's just the last few months!

The US finds a group of Kurdish fundamentalists in Iraq, and thus decides to bomb Iraq? It's a little like bombing Florida to get at drug trafficers in Mexico.

Ok, bad analogy. I was drunk, and that was the best I could come up with.

My point is that, for all intents and purposes, Iraqi Kurdistan was a US protectorate before the war started. It was controlled by the Kurds, and not Saddam. Saddam's government probably had more influence in the goings on in Brooklyn than they did in Iraqi Kurdistan, so saying that Saddam was in bed with al Qaeda because an aligned group is in a part of the country that he does not control or run is like saying that George W Bush provided finacial support to Castro because he once drank an entire bottle of Bacardi Rum in one swig.

Therefore, this current war in Saddam cannot be part of the war on terror in retaliation for september 11 - someone should tell that to the troops that keep mentioning september 11 when they write those cute little chalk messages on missiles.

boy, i'm racking up those liquor references, aren't i?

That said, there has been so much disinformation going around - from both sides - that it's hard to know what's what. My, what a lovely war!

The chick I dig is now just a casual aquaintance, who I see every once in a while, because we are now both tutoring 2nd year biochemistry classes. It's obvious that she don't dig me and I have no feelings for her. Sure, I occationally yell out her name when I feel alone, but that's because her name has become a euphemism for my yearn for messy sex and post-cortius shallow deep talk.

what the fuck did i mean here?

oh, ok... I still have no girlfriend, but that doesn't worry me because enjoying life and generally having fun involves more than just getting felt up by somebody really hot on a regular basis. That, and I no longer have a computer with which to search for - and find - porn.

At least I've narrowed down the attributes my fantasy girl would have:
- awesome sense of funky uber-coolness
- pale, china-doll skin
- dark hair
[but not a goth - some of them are more fanatical about religion than the pope, GWB, and any ayatollah you care to name combined.]
- wears shiny things, and looks cool in 'em
- peircings i can play with (she's more than welcome to join in)
- smart enough to be impressed by the science stuff i do, funky enough to actually be interested in the music i make
- down to earth
- cooks vegan, eats meat. (as in beef, like, um, food... this in no way at all is a reference to my penis)
- likes a party, but isn't a pill-head

i guess that's not a difinitive list, but it's a start. sure, such persons do not exist, but this is my moment of self indulgent wankery, dammit!

i mention this because i have a friend that fits all the physical attributes, and a few of the others. [this bit links on to the free drinks thing] basically, when my uni society gets together for our free drinks on thursdays, this friend is there. um, along with all my other drinking friends, and a few neighbours. [one nice thing about moving out away from the gold coast and to brisbane is that i now have neighbours that don't want to spit on me.]

anyway, after a few drinks, i always end up playing with her peircing on that bit below her bottom lip - this is in front of everybody, by the way. there's no sinister motive behind it - i just have always wanted to play with somebody's peircings. it's a little like a skill tester and a sobriety test in one. she tells me she quite likes it, but it feels weird.

i don't intend to take it any further, cos she's a good friend, but also does a really good impression of pacman on the weekends, if you know what i mean.

oh, and i don't scream out anybody's name when i'm feeling really horny... i think i was trying to express... something...