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on a lighter note

I talked to the hot asian in my class. It was the greatest conversation ever.

Wanna know why?

He was wearing a breaking bad top. We talked about breaking bad. And then The Walking Dead.

I could have cried with joy.

That was my last class with him ever.

I will literally never see him again.

Oh life. 

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ugh

Hello dribs. 

I went out last night. 

It was good thank you.

Well, not really.

At 2am it turned to total shit. 

My friend ditched me for a boy and I had to stay at some random dude’s house.

It was awful.

I hate being disappointed in people.

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tasty music

G’day dribs. So I’ve been expressing my fervent opinion on this topic for a while now, but not yet you. I hope.. I don’t think I have... Ahh well.

Ever since I’ve moved to this big city I’ve noticed that music is a big deal here. Which is cool and fine. The thing that ain’t cool and fine is that I’m feeling a lot of judgement around music taste. I have come to the conclusion that judging someone on their music taste is the most bullshit stupid ass thing someone can do. “You listen to commercial radio and pop music? Even worse.. You like Katy Perry / Bruno Mars / Ariana Grande / One Direction?... Ugh okay lol, not hanging out with u, ur lame.” This is just like judging someone on their literal taste. “You don’t like spicy food? Ugh... You’re a shit person.” Alright, so obviously people wouldn’t say those things to someone’s face, unless you’re truly an asshole. But, people do think that way. 

If you have / do think that way, I’m not judging you! (Maybe a teeny bit). You might not be able to help it, that’s fine! Just don’t complain to others about their ‘shitty music taste’ don’t say to the person that they have ‘shitty music taste’. You don’t have any authority to judge a person’s taste in music, just like you have no authority or control to change it. Can you change a persons fashion sense? Or what food they enjoy? Maybe. If you crush that person down into something they’re not, meaning they’re just eating / dressing in a way that is trying to please others rather than themselves. Good Lord, is anyone that cruel? YES. 

If you tell someone their music taste sucks ass, then that is exactly what you’re doing. If you tell someone their fashion sense is horrible, that is what you’re doing. Don’t put aspects of peoples characteristics down, man. Even if you think you’re helping them out, it’s a really awful thing to do. Sure, you may have a friend who wears kilts and crocs, don’t tell them they look ridiculous if they genuinely like their outfit. If they don’t know how to dress themselves, help them out. Buy them some cool boots and a nice pair of jeans, make ‘em feel sexy. Lift humans up, don’t knock them down.

Tip: When you meet a new person, get to know them before you get to know their music taste. 

Who says a KPOP enthusiast and an avid heavy metal fan can’t be best friends?

sidenote: it’s 1am and I know I am going to punch myself for staying up so damn late when my alarm goes off. 

sidesidenote: I finished The Walking Dead and I want to implode. 

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TUMblin

I’ve had a sore stomach all afternoon (like period cramps - but not ((truth is, I’ve got the shits)) ). I have come to the conclusion that there are only two possible explanations for this. 

1. Before dinner, I’d only eaten two things today. Half a watermelon and a burrito from Mad Mex. 

2. I’ve worn these tight, thick leggings all day. I haven’t worn them in like 6 months so my body ain’t used to them. 

I’m hoping it’s number 2, cause I’m not going to stop eating burritos. 

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It’s 1:47am

My eyelids have gone all itchy, I think it’s because I managed to spray watermelon juice all over them. It’s a complicated story. 

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Religion

"Learn your religion. Do not inherit it." I sat looking a text post that said this for a while, thinking 'maybe I did inherit my religion?'. Admittedly, I felt a few pangs of conviction, but that tends to happen quite often when you're a christian. I was born into a christian family, but not a conservative one - yes my siblings and I went to church when we were little, but when we grew into our teen years, moved countries and stopped going. My parents held onto their beliefs but never forced them onto us. Sure, we were taught not to swear, they tried to keep us away from parties and prayer was always meant something to us, but mum and dad never made us feel like we had to live life a certain way. I couldn't be more grateful for the way they brought us up, it was an idyllic childhood. Every one of us kids strayed away from church for several years. When 3/4 of us found ourselves back in a church it was at different times, but more importantly, it was without our parents. This is how I know I did not inherit my religion, my parents sat back and let me make life choices for myself, I made mistakes along the way, but I found my way back into church on my own. Life's pretty cool like that. Now that I'm back on my own in a new city, I don't have a church community to lean on. For those who don't know or realise, that is a massive support pillar in my life completely gone, church communities are incredible. Once you find a church that suits you, you can walk into that place and feel completely at ease, you can seriously cry in front of everyone and people will understand, they'll just pour kindness and love over you. Having left mine, I'm now a bit lost. My parents haven't properly gone to a church for almost a decade, I feel like their motivation is slightly adrift when looking for one here. I need them to be motivated, because I don't want to slip, I want a church to call home here, however, I'm finding the more weeks that go by, the less I care and the more complacent I get. I'm going through this whole phase of questioning everything I believe in, which is a good thing because it expands my 'mind-horizons' and my knowledge of existence, which will eventually lead me to discover the ultimate truth. The fact that I barely know anything about other religions pisses me off, I feel ignorant and selfish thinking that mine is correct even though I know next to nothing about Islam or Hinduism, is that weird? I want to work on that. There are also aspects about my religion that, deep down, I'm not okay with.. Only small things, but everything matters. Most of all, I need to work on myself. When I sort myself out, I'll be satisfied, hopefully happier too. Arbitrary side note: I was talking to this guy who genuinely believed everything in this world is meaningless, he kept saying it. "We all die, everyone forgets." "Everything is meaningless.". I thought it was a very dull way to view life, so my response to him was, "you mean something to me", he got irritated. 

- M.

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Life's been weird.

Uni has started, I thought by now I'd have friends and be more productive... Not quite yet. To be fair it's only been 1 week, but I haven't stopped binge watching youtube and honestly, I spent 3 hours battling snow minions on club penguin this afternoon. 

- M.

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4:11am

I'm a terrible human being

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Tattooz n pop culture assignment take #1

Just a disclaimer for all of my (0) followers. I'm posting this cause I wrote it and you know what?! I find it kind of interesting so you can eat shit. ...Sorry, please don't. BUT! I must say it got weird at the end, sort of philosophical and uncomfortable for everyone involved, mostly myself (I have no followers). Anyway...

Tattoos have been around for centuries, yet they have managed to stay a relevant part of pop culture to this day. Perhaps this is because of the sense of danger and rebellion that accompanies them. In ancient China and Japan, tattoos were considered barbaric. Generally prostitutes, criminals and hard labourers wore tattoos to communicate their status. A few reasons bodies get inked nowadays is to convey self expression, to display culture, maybe to show a touch of defiance, or perhaps it serves as an everlasting reminder of a night that’s best forgotten. Some people shudder at the thought of needling something permanent onto their skin, others get a new tattoo each week. Because of these strong, opposing views on tattoos, tension is created between “self-definition and social definition” as author of 'Interrogating Pop Culture: Key Questions’ Stacey Takacs puts it. She explains that the realm of discourse is an area in which pop culture is created; "where 'widespread consumption' crosses with 'widespread critical disapproval’.” Personally, I am tattoo-less, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be brave enough to possess one. However, I am fond of tattoos and appreciate the people who have them. Therefore, I consider myself as a neutral bystander in this gathering field of discussion, it is easy to see both sides of the debate and not be biased. There seems to be a constant tension between the aged and the youth, the reckless and the careful, the conservative and the radical. This causes me to question a few things... Will there always need to be opposing sides for pop culture to exist? Are there any examples where 100% of the people in a pop culture hold the same view on something? Or, is it the dispute between two opposing groups that creates the spark in which the flame of a pop culture arises?

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Here I am.

In the terrifying world of not-so-independence. Here's the thing, I still live with my parents, but I've moved to an entirely new country. Friend-making would be easier if I wasn't living with my parents because I would be thrown into a dorm with other kids and forced to socialise and, in fact, live with them. Not going to lie, that kind of appeals to me, I'm better in situations like that. Making friends in class is awkward and difficult. Conversation is limited because you're learning and you don't know each other well enough to hang out afterwards... 'Will you ever know them well enough to hang out afterwards?' I ask my impatient self. Hopefully, yes, but I want that time to come sooner. Also, I want to make cool friends... I'm not going to lie, (mostly because I'm talking to myself here, alas, nobody follows me) but, it seems like everyone in my class is too intelligent and serious for me. I don't know what else I expected when I applied for journalism, but I didn't expect everybody to be so so SO into current affairs and politics. Shit man. I'm an idiot. All these folk have such extensive vocabularies and they already write articles and reviews for fancy blogs (I am an inexperienced child ! !!). However, the thing that truly makes my stomach twist the most, is that these students choose and, even worse, enjoy talking about politics in general conversation! Like most people, I'm a chronic over-thinker. So far, I've had 4 classes in total, and I've loved 3 of them! The 1 that had me on the fence was my very first lecture. Bloody fantastic, right? It had me backtracking my life decisions, it had me thinking "wait, have I made the right decision? Did my parents talk me into this course? Did I take it just cause I could? Is this what I want to do with my life? Now that I think of it, I barely even researched this shit before I signed up! Have I made a terrible mistake?!" Reality was, I found the lecture slightly boring and I was sitting across from a few girls who were discussing a book about an Australian politician, taxes and airports. Clearly, the combination of slightly boring, seemingly smart girls and first day equals sheer terror. Here's a basic summary of my first lecture in two words: Shat Myself.  

- M.