A few months ago, I went out clubbing with my friends. We had a good time, had a few laughs. All was well. Then afterwards, we were standing outside the place chatting and saying goodbye. There was a strange man who kept looking at us, staring openly. I just thought he'd had a few too many, but when the time came to leave, he was still there. Still staring. At first I had planned to walk back to the place I was staying since it was only five minutes away. But after seeing that the man wasn't leaving and I didn't want to be followed home, my friends persuaded me to get a lift with them. And I did, gladly, under the circumstances. End of story.

I saw him again at work today.

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There is something to be said about workplace arguments. When you don't like your co-workers, there's no escape. You must grin and bear it. And, when you don't like them, everything they do pisses you off. They have that little tiny habit, which, though tiny, seems to find it's little way into your notice and annoy the crap out of you. And you can't stop thinking about it. In fact the more you think about it, the madder you get and the more you dislike them. Yes, it's a vicious circle.

And sometimes you get the strange co-workers. You know, the ones with the funny hair-dos or strange make-up that makes them look quite mean. They may think they're perfectly normal. Oh yes. In fact, they are normal. You are the one that's weird.

At work there's a lady who is absolutely ridiculous. It's gotten so bad that there's now a state of silent hostility. Noone talks to her unless it's absolutely necessary. So, here's hoping she'll quit soon.

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"Mmmmm Starburst lollies.. sooo good.. and when you eat too much of them, and you feel sick, but it's a good kind of sick."

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Walking slowly into the house, my thoughts lay on which room I would occupy. Which one would resound best to my personality? Which one would strike a chord in me? The first had no floor; an unfathomable vortex awaited, sliding the unwary down, down into an abyss of blackness and no hope. Always drifting, neverending in the darkness. Hastily, I walked on. The second seemed empty, then as I looked up, I noticed a strange thing. There were many drawers embedded in the old ceiling, opening and closing of their own accord. Shivering, I moved on. The next had a pair of eyes which watched every movement made, following, following. Following me as I left them, embedded in the ceiling. The fourth had no door. As I approached, I noticed some paintings of old record covers, staring from the ceiling. And as I looked, they retreated. Retreating from the sight of this little human, retreating from the gaze that would take every little detail apart, record it, take it away with it as it left. And as I left, the records returned from whence it ran, haunting me as they lay embedded in the ceiling.

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Happy three months baby :)

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Exams are stressful. I thought the worst was over when the HSC was over, but I guess that's open to interpretation. Now a year later, it's all coming back again - the pressure, the expectation that you'll do well, the hoping that you won't fail because oh that's so shameful according a lot of people. Nobody likes to be a failure.

And the HSC. Now that is a psychological mindtrap. Thirteen years of going to school, another word for being institutionalised, and all for what? To be told that there is a great big exam (actually, many exams) waiting for you at the end. After which there will be more institutionalism and more exams under the guise that you have a choice and will eventually be contributing to society. Just what you need.

And if you don't do well, you'll end up like that guy who's going around on trains asking for spare change "to go the hospital to visit his sick mother" when you know he's out to get drugs.

So nice set of choices there: do well and get more exams.. or... be like that stuffed up guy on the train.

So, the solution here is to be a bum. Think about it. You have all the space you could ever need, no need to fight over who gets the best room - if your spot gets taken, go find another one that's better. And you get more freedom - no accumulated junk that's hoarded in forgotten corners of the attic to collect dust (people have too much stuff these days anyways) so it makes it so easy for you to change locations... every night if you want to. And people feed you. They have restaurants for you to go and it's all on the house. How many people you know could say they get that sort of treatment? Not that many, I'd bet.

So, the solution is to be a bum. And, best of all - no exams.

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Hmm I think I should uninstall MSN and all games during the exams...

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