I'm sorry...

[Source: Fashiontoast]

I've succumbed to the world of Tumblr...

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amy

Typical.

[source: Deckland]

I think it’s safe to say our generation has earned itself the reputation of being alcoholic, drug-abusing, sluts. Just turn up to any private school party and you’ll see all of the above. What can I say - we like to party.

Alcoholics

Walk down to your local Ascot mansion on any given Saturday night and you’ll find that 90% of the people there are drinking. But not to fear, they’re not drinking to get rid of inhibitions and insecurities. No, they’re drinking to get FUCKED. Watching some girl vomit up what I can only describe as chunky, pink shit and then continue to fist-pump with the best of them - hilarious.

Stoners

If you’re not part of the 90% who are drinking, then you’re probably getting high. Most often found giggling at nothing particularly funny with a pack of rollies, drooped eyes and a cloud of smoke surrounding them; they generally stick to one spot. But listen carefully my friends, these people are the nicest people you’ll ever meet - nine times out of ten anyway.

Drunk Sluts

Pretty self-explanatory. What sort of people are they attracted to? The answer is anything that has a penis and moves. These girls will walk over anyone (sometimes even literally) to get it. Even girls who seem quite nice and wholesome; mix them with alcohol and they suddenly take a turn for the worst. I'll be honest, I'm looking forward to Schoolies next year. I'll be able to witness the worst of those drunken Gold Coast sluts in their natural habitat. (Only 205 more school days.)

Fake Drunks

My personal favourite. Whether you’re laughing at nothing with your friends, punching some fucker in the face or just singing on a pontoon. “Hello world! This is meeee, life should be….FUN FOR EVERYONE!” Your fun night will come to a halt when you see that guy or girl stumbling towards you. They’ll confess their love for you, the boy in the corner and your cat. Making sure their words are slurred to create the illusion that they’re fucked off their face when in reality, they’ve had all but one UDL.

Good luck to future generations, I think we’ve managed set the standard pretty high.

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amy

10 days.

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amy

Valedictory.

No more school, no more exams, no more uniforms.

loljks. I've still got another year...

All of my guy friends are in grade twelve and every single one of them has rubbed in my face the fact that I have another year. Conversations like these have occured multiple times toinght.

Friend: gonna have fun at school tomorrow?

Me: You're an asshole.

Friend: gonna go smoke a joint in my old boys tie now. I'll talk to you later

Me: hahahah alright seeya

These past couple of years it slipped my mind that they were older. But now that they've graduated, it has finally hit me. My schools pretty smart too, they've put grade 11 examblock in the week of Schoolies. Oh well....205 school days to go?

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amy

In the end.

Don't worry, I'll make sure you regret it.

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amy

Awaken the Machine.

"2high Festival is Australia's one-of-a-kind multi-arts experience for young emerging artists and cultural producers."
Website: http://2highfestival.com/

I went to see my friends Bella Anderson and Max Perdon perform in "Children At War". I arrived at 7:30, turns out the performance started at 6:20. One tip to the designers of the timetable...make it easier to read.

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amy

I want to move on...

I say you don't let me. I say that it's all your fault. I blame you for making it so difficult. But in the end, deep down I know it's because I don't want to.

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amy

Hours of Entertainment.

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amy

Flaws and All.

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amy

Past. Present. Future.

Valentino, Retrospective: Past, Present and Future.
I can't get enough of this exhibition. Yesterday was the third time I'd been and I'm hoping to maybe go once more before the exhibition closes in exactly a week. (14th November) If you haven't already been, holyfuck hurry up and see it. Words can't describe how amazing it is.

(Photographs: Victor Tango and Myself)

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amy

Oh, Mr Darcy.

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amy

Don't worry.

"Only the good die young, so you'll be around for a while."

-Mrs Makanlove

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amy

Dear Diary...

Mood: Apathetic

Writing in a diary or keeping a journal – a way to express how you truly feel in ultimate privacy. Back in the day, teenagers used to do this in old school pen and paper. We’ve now moved on from that book which reads “KEEP OUT” on the cover with that silly little lock, to newer and better things.

Being a 90s kid, I’ve grown up in world where I can no longer remember how life was let alone live without the internet. The internet too has grown up with us. Remember that deafening dial-up tone? I know I do. Funny junk, MSN, Neopets, Bebo, Myspace, Facebook and now blogs or tumblr’s – all of these things have dominated our lives ever since we could turn on the computer. Sure, I may be addicted to the internet but there is one thing that makes me want to shut it off, unplug my computer and go back to pen and paper. Let me please make something clear:

A BLOG IS NOT A DIARY.

Although I love trawling the net for hours on end in search of new and entertaining blogs/tumblrs; sadly the ratio of good blogs to bad is just too large to even comprehend. Why do people feel the need to write what they would normally write in a diary – away from prying eyes – instead post it onto the world wide motherfucking web? If you wouldn’t post it on facebook, then don’t post it on your blog. We all hate that emo kid who posts ridiculously depressing and totally ‘subtle’ status’. (Yes faggot, we all know who you’re hinting at.) Well the same rules apply to your blog. Here’s a tip: If you want people to ‘follow’ you and read your blog; make it entertaining – it’s that simple! I personally don’t want to read your diary, but then again maybe that’s just me.

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amy

Comfy and Colourful!

I walked into the shopping centre yesterday, the store which used to sell gaming products has now been replaced by the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. An entire store, DEDICATED to Crocs. I don't care if they're comfortable; those shoes are not meant for the light of day. A friend - well now ex-friend - did something worthy of de-friending. CROCS AND SOCKS. Like fuck, seriously? I thought thongs and socks was bad!

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amy