When pissed, make a blog post about it

I dunno if this happens to the rest of you students out there who use a printer in their daily life for printing useless shit for school or uni, but this happens to me so frequently whenever I use my god damn printer. Excuse my language.

My printer loves to fuck up right when it's needed most. Last semester when my final assignment was due and I was celebrating the completion of the last assignment of the semester, my printer decides to fuck up.

Real bad.

Luckily for me, I finished the assignment several days before it was due but unfortunately it's never enough for this scumbag piece of technology that I call my printer. I printed the document, half way through it spits out the printed pages and then eats it back up again, consuming half of the document back into its abyss of rotating wheels and ink. The printer is jammed and it tells me to remove the paper jam and press OK. But it's stuck. And I can't get it out and after a good few hours I give up and call my friend to ask if I can hijack her printer.

Thankfully, Canon printers are more reliable than HP ones. Fuck you, HP.

By the time I get back from telling the mythical story of the jammed printer, my mums managed to get the printer working and fix the paper jam. This is what mothers are for, and I am grateful.

And today is the second week of the second semester of 2013, I need to print my tutorial notes for tomorrows class and guess what? The printer fucks up. Stupid thing. I'm ready to trade it in for a Canon now.

I fretted about not having enough paper, but sure enough, there was three reams of A4 paper left in the office. The printer does its thing, and then eats my tutorial notes. You've no idea how pissed I got but I did manage to fix it and then printed it away happily, watching the printer with eagle eyes and then it tells me that I've run out of ink.

Fucking damn it all.

Printer 2
Leanne 0

GAME OVER

Hey ya'll

Exams start soon and I haven't slept properly in a week or two, I'm exhausted and I hate everyone.
I can't wait to go on this holiday, I really need this - I feel like I'm dying.
This is my blog, I can whine all I want, bye nao.

Dear Grandmother,

I'm being eaten alive by research, word counts, a wholesome amount of deadlines and family pressures. The workload at uni right now isn't as bad as it was before, but I'm super stressed lately because I've been working more and people like you make my heart hurt.

I know that's not a very nice thing to say.

But since my parents have separated, I have reason to believe that you are spreading terrible rumours about my mother. You're horribly judgmental about everyone, my mother, le boyfriend for example.

You're totally obsessed with one of my friend's mothers, who seems to meddle in our family business quite a lot just by circumstance, which only fuels your gossip even more and it's a horrible situation for me to be in because I have to live with all this gossip and people asking me questions about 'what really happened' between my parents.

It's pretty simple, dad was unfaithful, mother and father didn't get along, and I think you remain an eternal  gossip machine for eternity. Rumours like my mother having a boyfriend, dad never cheating, it was just harmless flirting, mother was psycho crazy and bitched about everyone. I don't see why two sides of the family couldn't just simply treat each other a little better and sort things out.

I do wish dad hadn't cheated, and you were a little more concerned about everyone's welfare instead of just focusing on your son and your side of the family and treating my mother like shit. I wish my mother hadn't gossiped so much either, for your sake. But we're only human, everyone's reputation is ruined anyway.

But even still. I had expected that after the separation was over and dad moving out would be a good thing. That both sides would leave each other alone and stop creating a crazy whirlwind of a horrid adventure for all of us. But no, rumours keep coming.

According to what I've heard you say, sexism is awesome. Men should be breadwinners, women should remain in the kitchen, pop out babies and raise them. You love your own bloodline so much you fail to recognise anyone outside of the family. I think you need to be more open minded. You lean towards misogyny, that you are worthless if you lose your virginity before marriage, that girls shouldn't date measly boys who are tattooed. I wonder what you would do to me if you found out that I am everything you would never want in a granddaughter. You judge people on their social standing and their education. Someone who dropped out of high school is a bad person, and those who have phDs are better than everyone else. Be a doctor. Why don't you study accounting? There's good money in it.

It's a lot of pressure for me, and sometimes you;re just plain mean. Several years ago, you gave me an expensive dress as a gift, now you ask me to return it to you because I've gained weight since then and want to give it to someone else because they would make better use of it. It's so horribly rude, I was speechless. I told you I might still fit in it, I'll try it on when I have the time. But you had to insist that I don't have any use of it anymore.

Why are you claiming your granddaughter's clothing? It's rather rude and cold hearted of you.

You were such a warm, forgiving and loving person when I was young and ignorant.

I apologise that this is such a sad and rude post. But this is what I see and think of you. Correct me if I'm wrong, please, I wish you would.

wth

Was on tumblr and saw this picture of blue rocks.
I thought they were blue strawberry clouds.
I am disappoint.

-dies-

I should go see a doctor, my wrist is hurting to the point where the pain is extending to near my elbow. Oh goddddd, I'm gonna die. Someone told me that carpal tunnel is a legit excuse for assignment extension.

Maybe it's not so bad after all. FML.

Rage quit

One of my pet peeves has to be .. being in a relationship. And being titled 'girlfriend', or referred to as an object of affection in the sense that I am not me, and I belong to my significant other as a possession.

I would hate it if I were with someone and they would say things relative to 'Your boyfriend' or 'his girlfriend'.

If my significant other were 'mine' and if I felt that he belonged to me and I to him, then I would acknowledge that in my/his/our own way. Not by referring them to a person I have in my possession.

I have a name, I would like you to use it.

I didn't get the internship

UPDATE: Haw, life just got more shit in the span of one night. Let's fuck shit up.

Haha, fuck my life.

Why am I having such a shitty time.
Where's my alcohol, I am in dire need for it.

I'm a fucking bitch

Does everyone have a problem with me?

It seems these days, people either love me or hate me. What am I doing wrong? Honestly.
I can't please everybody, but why is everyone asking for so much of me. Get off my back, I'm pissed off.

It's always stuff like 'get this finished on time', 'I've got this to do', 'come out, I'm not taking no for an answer', 'why didn't you do this when I asked you to', 'oh Leanne, do this for me, I need it done by today'.

Oh I dunno, can you just fuck off? It's not easy trying to be reliable 100% of the time when I've got my own issues to worry about.

Feels as if nothing really works out.

I can't please everyone, so shut the fuck up.

Love

'Love is patient, love is kind... It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. Love never fails... and now these three remain: faith, hope and love but the greatest of these is love.'

Hahaha, love you're the biggest troll. Fuck you.

SYDNEY.

WHY AM I NOT GOING THIS WEEKEND. THE FUCKKKKK.

WHY AM I SO BROKE.

Should have borrowed money from parents, was really looking forward to a weekend in Sydney with Lily and the girls. Bum. What to do..?

Update:
 FUUUUUUUUUUU- FLIGHTS BEEN BOOKED OUT. 

I feel as if.. my spirit has been broken.

I want to let go of everything, but in reality, I don't know what to do.

Coffee endeavours

Hi everyone on the internets!

Just a reminder that I am certainly not dead. Just melting from the heat and being terrorised by annoying little cousins. And I realise I haven't blogged properly in like... forever.

And since I don't really have all the pictures with me (they're sitting on the camera and dad's harddrive) I feel like an important point to make in a very extremely upsetting blog post is that you can't rarely find good coffee anywhere.

I'm someone who enjoys (very) sweet coffee (ie. white chocolate mocha) and I don't know if you're aware of this, but vietnamese coffee is very bitter! I think the coffee beans that are grown in Vietnam are bitter because of some magical reason (maybe its the dirt or being near the equator, idk, google it).

But coming from experience for the past week or so, I travelled to Sa Dec (in South Vietnam) and we travelled in the crappiest car that was ever made. The engine was breaking down, the windows didn't work, the aircon was weak and everything about the car was just uncomfortable. So when we stopped by a coffee house, I asked for some iced coffee (aka 'ca phe sua da' aka. coffee and condensed milk). The viets serve the coffee usually with ice, or mixed with condensed milk because the coffee is super bitter and strong.

And on this particular hot day, ohmygosh it was so satisfying. Amazingly tasty and so so sweet, so obviously I loved it.

Since then, I've been touring south Vietnam to visit some distant relatives and every now and then (everynowandthen = every day, three times a day during meals) I ask for the same thing. And every single time the coffee was just disappointing!

I would have about three servings of iced coffee and none of them compared to the very first. I know that you're probably thinking 'it's because of the heat and that's why the coffee tasted so good!' Well I assure you, the rest of the bloody journey was in heat too, so my coffee adventures remain fair.

But I've never truly understood the whole deal with 'it's so hard to find a good cup of coffee!' because I always buy my stuff at Starbucks or Gloria Jeans and they make pretty standard stuff and the baristas mostly make similar tasting coffee. That and the fact that I hardly ever drank coffee to begin with.

But now I understand and boy does it suck. I hope your coffee adventures have been better than mine.

Goodnight everypony!

Oh hai guise,

Guess who's gonna be boarding a plane this morning? ME. I'll be heading to Singapore and Vietnam this holiday for five weeks. And you know what? I'm miserable about it. For once I wanna stay in shitty little Brisbane!

Probably wouldn't have been able to do much if I stayed here, but fuck I'm tired of traveling. In all honesty, I just wanna go to Singapore. Don't wanna go to Vietnam, it's smelly and shit. But blah blah family etc. damn.

Gotta go board a plane soon. Hopefully will be able to blog whole I'm gone. Goodbye Internet.

a lot of wasted time

So the next day after a shopping spree and the random rendezvous, it was superly duperly agreed on that I would help Cindy out with her makeup portfolio by lending her my camera and my face. It was actually agreed that we would meet up around 11am, and by golly, I always arrive on time (excluding the instances where I go to class) and as usual, I was right on time!

Waited for Cindy and Chan to arrive for about 15 minutes, and thought... 'it's been a while, maybe I should call them'. They didn't pick up. So I decided to head to uni to bum in the library and use the internet, because by then I'd been waiting for about half an hour with no sign of them or no message such as 'I'm running late, I'll be there soon'

Luckily for me, I ran into Paris and Nhu who were about to go to lunch and so I was like 'OMGTAKEMEWITHYOU, I'VEBEENSTOODUP' and being the awesome people that they are, they let me drag myself with them.

So being a pathetic loser who was stood up (not even by a guy on a date, mind you #sadface) I tagged along and we headed to the markets to see if there were any good foodie stuffs available to snack on.


We stopped by the bestest stall that sells the bestest brownies ever. Have you heard of them? Dello Mano. Even Ashton Kutcher and Oprah love them. Google it!

This guy, is the father of the son who created this whole entire business name. I remember when I had a job and money, I would go to these markets every Wednesday with Jason and talk to this guy. He's so sweet and nice, always giving out free samples and telling us about his business. (That's how we found out his son was the creator of the epic brownies, no stalking involved and no restraining orders required!)

I think their main shop is in Newstead (Shop 10/194 Breakfast Creek Rd) and the brownies sell for $5 a piece. I know its darn expensive, but these babies are good. Amazingly good. Trust me. Right now I am extremely jealous of Oprah, who is like crazy rich and can afford all the brownies she could ever want :(


Did I also mention that they have a whole full rainbow of flavours? You can get the classic (my favourite ♥), peanut butter, ginger and orange, espresso walnut, macadamia, coconut and lime and for those who are allergic to wheat and whatnot, they have gluten free too!

These things are amazing, I like to imagine that for my future wedding (which is nonexistent in the foreseeable future #foreveralone) I'll have these brownies as favours. And for the wedding cake, A GIANT BROWNIE. AND I'LL EAT IT ALL. Mine.

^ And then I'll look like this.

Also, I found these little tartlets adorable toooooo. (Aren't they?!?!) I really want to try the cute little caramel ones, I loooooove caramel ♥ But I'm afraid I don't know much about this stall, all I know is that their sweets are fucking adorable and probably fucking expensive too :(

But I do know that these tartlets are made by some awesome people from Madderz by design who specialize in high tea and event catering. I think these are required for my future nonexistent wedding too. #eatALLthesweets!

Aren't they just adorable?!?! As much as I love them, I won't be able to resist eating them. And thinking about it makes me a little sad inside, but then again.. my stomach will be so happy.

Nhu bought awesome sausage from the German Sausage Hut. Right now, I'm hungry. This post isn't helping at all.


And Paris bought awesome yoghurt. I don't really like yoghurt that much, unless its chocolate. So I feel less bad for writing this post now hahaha

But yeah! So afterwards, we decided it would be nice to bum at Southbank because it was a nice and cool day, so we just basically sat around for hours waiting for Cindy and Chan to arrive. At this point I wasn't too happy about being stood up for hours to help out with someone else' assessment that was due the next day.

Beggars can't be choosers, I say! You need my help, at least show some respect and show up on time! And I DID have a class to attend to that afternoon! (Which I ended up skipping because I had to wait for them! Grr!) But I am so thankful for Paris and Nhu showing up, if it weren't for them I would have just gone home and it would have been a waste of time, and I'd look like a bitch for leaving my friends hanging when I said I would help. Bah, ethics. You screw me over so bad.



So yeah, all we did was bum at the markets and lay around on the grass at Southbank for what was (literally) hours. Like five hours of waiting, really. I did get a phone call but something happened in the connection and stupid blah blah I dunno what happened. But at some point, Jason finished TAFE and came to see us at Southbank and was surprised that Cindy and Chan hadn't shown up yet. So we all ended up bumming on the grass waiting for them = =


And then Jason took photos with his super photography skills.


And we got so damn bored waiting around, we ended up going to the lolly shop nearby and buying a big pack of gummy lollies, chocolates and Jelly Belly jellybeans. Then proceeded to the closest place that sold ice cream. #I'mafatass

It doesn't look like much, but there are a LOT of jellybeans to be eaten in there.

Green tea ice cream! With whipped cream and hot chocolate fudge on top, gosh it was yummy.

Yeah, pretty much the wait of five hours just resulted in four uni kids just sitting around, loitering and eating everything. But luckily, those two did show up for the aforementioned makeup photoshoot. (Thank god.) But you'll see the results in the next post!

Also, as of two days from now, I'll be in Singapore! Gonna go shopping and spend my money (as if I have lots to spare = =). And then after spending three days in Singapore, I'll be in Vietnam. I'll be a millionaire! For once, currency exchange will be at my advantage! I'll try to blog as often as I can, but I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to bring my camera with me :(

RageQuit: Shallow, narcissistic bitches

There are those kinds of girls on facebook, tumblr etc who wear thick rimmed glasses without the lenses (namely, cinema 3D glasses without the lenses) and pose like fucking camwhores. And it makes me think 'wtf bitch, get a life. You must be some sad, lonely, desperate bitches.'

I'm okay with people who want to look good and presentable, and of course, on special occasion - should want to look absolutely fabulous. But you kids are just in high school, rolling your skirts up high so that the boys can look at your underpants. Empty eyeglass frames? They're just worn to make you seem 'cute and dorky' because obviously, dorky is mainstream now.

Hello Kitty is their fucking icon of all time. Their ego may be totally inflated and out of this world (in a bad way) or belittled so much that their lives revolve around their looks and popularity. They're professional at posing for everything. They think they can get away with anything - saying whatever shit they want, dumbing down whoever they want, crushing anyone who gets in their way.

Whether it's sticking your ass in someones face, shoving your tits in other peoples personal space or general worshipping only (and I repeat, ONLY) Sanrio products and Domo - narcissistic people like that really make me want to wring their brains out dry.

Seriously guys? Really? How about growing a personality and stop fitting in. If this is truly who you are then good luck worshipping Hello Kitty in 30 years time. And when you're older, maybe you can trade in your lame ass hollow glasses for real ones? If you're going to be a narcissistic gyaru then at least have an epic personality to boot.

Fucking tryhard asians.

*Full disclosure: Yes, I'm totally judging you because you're an attention seeking whore and are in no way modest about it. Yes, it's totally irrational and I do mind my own business about your fucking face. But it's not my fault you're smearing it all over my dashboard or my news feed.

Ass cheeks? No, thank you.

Bought Cleo magazine at the newsagents today as a 'guilty pleasure' and the sporadic indulgence in trashy fashion printed on glossy paper.

Came across a section in the magazine that promoted bikinis and all that sort of beachy stuff. And enclosed in those pages are 'rules' about how to wear bikinis and such.

'Rule #12: ...a little cheek goes a long way.'
- paste picture of three bikini clad girls with 'cute' photoshopped ass cheeks -

And I'm sitting at my desk, reading this trashy bull at 12.03am thinking 'I don't think I want to fling my ass cheeks in other peoples faces, even if it is 'attractive'.

But then I remind myself that this is just a magazine that is promoting trends to consumers that are maybe willing to spend $320 on two slices of lycra and string.

Today wasn't much different since last week. Just the usual: studying and procrastinating.

The drive home today was nice though. I never knew loud music and highways could soothe the soul.

And now, we return to our daily programming of being miserable and irrelevant.

Rage quit: Privacy

Right now I'm pretty damn pissed off.

So today, I went to the library at university to study with some friends. And after some time, I left the library to go meet up with the boyfriend and left my laptop unattended and locked.

When I came back, I realise that my friends have tried to get into my laptop and use it.

I see no problem with that because I know that they won't be able to actually use it because none of them know the password.

But then on my return, one of the friends asks what my password was, and I replied with a simple 'Dude, I'm not telling you' which practically translates to 'I don't want you to know my password'.

And yet she presses on without a care about anyones privacy and asks the boyf what my password is. And since he knows, he's acting like 'Oh did you see the hint?'

And she is all 'Yeah, I saw it has something to do with her fish or whatever'

And I'm sitting right there and I'm like (in my head, of course) 'Fucking stop it, because it's fucking annoying.'

And boyf is just sitting there giving away clues to my laptop password and then they finally figure it out and they're all like 'OOHHH so that's what it is! LET'S TRY IT!' And I'm just sitting there, trying to block out their noise and she closes my laptop lid to get it to lock itself so that she can see if the password works.

And I'm actually STUDYING and thinking 'Will you stop being so fucking obnoxious?!?'

But in actual fact what I said was along the lines of 'Hey! I'm actually studying!'

But all in all, boyf was still egging her on and she doesn't give a shit about my privacy.
I'm not hiding anything on my laptop but it is my NUMBER ONE PET PEEVE - PRIVACY.
I have nothing to hide but seriously anyone who goes through my things without my permission and seriously pushes my limit is going to receive the epitome of my rage.

I don't want to bitch about my friends, it's not a nice thing to do. But in all honesty, she is habitually self centered and wants to know everything about everyone. She wants in on everyone's lives, and its the most annoying thing ever.

And my boyf? That idiot. I don't understand what brought him to say things like that. Does he not understand and value MY privacy? I'm his girlfriend for fucks sake, he shouldn't want others going through my things.

People who don't understand and value other peoples privacy, to me, are just extremely obnoxious. Like, why do you want to go through my things? They have nothing to do with you, it is absolutely none of your business and did your mother never teach you to value the personal space of others?

Honestly, I've had many people do this to me. It's like no one respects my privacy!

Just a few weeks ago, one my friends went through my wallet and found my contraceptives. A wallet may not be such a personal thing, but that still doesn't make it right to go peeking through it!!!!

So he finds my contraceptives and he's like 'Leanne... whats this? It's some sort of medicine and I'm studying to be a pharmacist so I kind of want to know?'

His intentions are innocent, but he still should not have gone through my shit.

And of course, being the unfortunate person I am when it comes to privacy, all of our friends were there. About six of us, in fact. Fuck my life. Seriously. If I wanted to tell everyone that I'm on the pill, I'd fucking do it myself.

And also another few weeks before that incident, I let my friend borrow my laptop so she could watch youtube videos. After about an hour, she gets bored and starts snooping around my desktop and reading my word documents.

These word documents are simply innocent word documents that me and Jason have written to each other as short 'messages', call them what you will. But she goes through them right in front of me and reading them out loud for the whole library to hear.

These people. What is wrong with them. They have their own laptops, why don't they use them instead of trying to hack into mine? If you're going to go through my shit at least give me a warning so that I can say Uhh.. hello? Fuck you. Stop going through my shit, and stick your nose somewhere else.

PS. To my darling friends that don't go through my shit:
Thank you for putting up with me, its much appreciated. I respect you guys for giving me a heads up and giving me the chance to say 'Umm, I'd rather you not'. ♥