weekly planner

i hate sundays during holidays, it means i have to have some sort of plan for the week otherwise i will end up just sleeping everyday. so i thought about this for a couple of hours and decided i want to try and get some money from my parents so i can go shopping. i haven’t been shopping for things in so long, i’ve just been stuck in a habit of stealing things from places my friends work, that way i won’t get caught and never really need money.

i was really nice this weekend so i hope that gets my parents in a money-giving mood, usually they are really tight on giving me money, not cause they don’t have any but cause they want to teach me to budget and handle money like an adult. but really i think they don’t want to bail me out of jail cause i’ve been selling drugs on a corner or that i end up living with them till im 40. we had a family friend who came to stay with my aunt while he looked for somewhere to live cause his parents kinda of told him to piss off, he stayed really long and my aunt’s boyfriend told him to leave but he stole a key to their storage space and lived in a the empty cement room without anyone knowing until they needed to put some stuff down there. they kicked him out and last we heard someone who was driving past saw him with the same t-shirt and pants he wore years ago and pushing an empty trolley in the streets (yeah. and his visa expired so he was here illegally). i have no sympathy for him cause he was a dirty bum who kept trying to molester my aunt.

anyway. i’m hoping for this shopping spree and to see control the ian curtis movie, which people say is really good and makes you want to cry.

sydney is where i live, not my name

i’ve always wanted to have my own blog, mostly when i’m alone at 3am and can’t sleep. i almost had one on blogger but i couldn’t log in and i gave up on it pretty quickly when i forgot my password the day after i made it. wordpress looks nice though, except it took me a while to figure out the html button things. at this point i’m realising how techno-dumb i seem. (i never used the word ‘techno hyphen something’ it makes me feel like a middle-aged man who read it in a newspaper when the internet started getting big, in other words i feel old and sexually fustrated)
i’ll probably learn more about computers and the internet when i’m forced by society, like the pressure to get a facebook. i don’t have one and i hope that shit dies down soon cause it seems like hard work to keep up with people poking you and stuff. it’s messes with my head that people add everyone they have ever known and have to internet-talk to them when most of them you wouldn’t want to bump into in real life unless a poke leads to flesh grabbing and them giving you a cake means you don’t have to pay the bill. and all this has nothing to do with me learning to use the internet except that stuff that’s not in real life makes me feel cheated and lonely.

i don’t know if anyone from this site even comes from the southern hemisphere, specifically sydney. i was born and raised in inner sydney and have an australian accent, sometimes i think about leaving sydney and having people tell me i sound like the crocodile hunter and then worrying that i look like his daughter who resembles an alien. if you’re from sydney you should contact me and we can talk about this in further detail.

if you think bindi irwin looks funny you can contact me too, cause i think calling her an alien isn’t right until a majority of people are in aggreance that she will furthermore be known as alien spawn.