OH lament! Oh the ANGST! The Angst on this page is so thick i could spread it on butter and make an inappropriate ad.

Do not continue if you do not wish to feel the wrath of my angst. I don’t even have a reason to be angsty so it isn’t must a story. Trust me. its not at all entertaining. Its just me ranting and typing f.u.c.k consecutively.

I warned you so you cant judge me.

ANGST WARNING


You know what?
Fuck you.

Fuck you, and You and esspecily YOU!

Why? Because i am in a pissy angsty annoying immature mood. Fucking deal with it. Why am I in this mood? Because its been a while since I last had a few hours where I do nothing but vent on everything immobile. Mostly doors and killing everything I can with Mortien.

I have a headache. I am tired. I am stuck on a level of my game. Mum and my sister started watching further into ‘heroes’, which now leave dad and me behind- even though we turned it off when they went to fucking sleep last night when we were watching it. Fuck them. I have an assignment for Tafe (along with 2 other due in on monday that I have NO IDEA HOW TO DO) which is usually a group assignment, but because I didn’t go to that class on the Monday because I was fucking sick, I was only given the sheets and told ‘you have to do it by yourself’- and when I was trying to clarify What exactly I have to do, the teacher was all: “BY YOUR SELF!” and I was all: “ooook…” (I thinks he thought I was trying to get out of doing it altogether).
And everyone is all: 'Lets go out!' and i'm all: 'too busy with tafe' so they respond with: “Omg! Tafe is easy!”
No fucking shit you fuckers! Of course its fucking easy! Its the special version of uni for special fucking ppl who are FUCKED UP! But I still don’t see you getting OFF your ASS, fucking doing the assignment or even able to answer a fucking question so *FUCK OFF!*
And I cut my finger open! It hurts! So back the fuck off!
AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THE ANSWER TO THIS?????????????????????

“What organizations responsible for administration of OHS legislation?”

I DON’T KNOW, YOU FUCKER!! BUT WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I CARE! CHILDREN ARNT GOING TO ASK ME! If they do, i will drop kick them! Hows that for a soultion!? I DON’T FUCKING SEE WHY WE HAVE TO KNOW!

The Internet cant give me fucking straight answer! And there is nothing he gave us the fucking helps!


So excuse ME if I should meegt you n the street and scream: “FUCK YOU!”

No, I do not expect you to reply to this. No judging me. i am well awaer how angsty this page is. The only other word rivaling 'fuck' for top contenter in this entry is 'angst'.

- and just cause-
we are all VERY much awaer that i cant spell. and i eman we ar ALL VERY MUCH AWEAR! we, menaing everyone else, dont need you all pointing out my abhorrent mistakes or: Omg! You wrote 'Your' with and 'r' when it should be 'you're'.
Oh really?
is this better?
YOU'RE a FUCKER WHO CAN GO GET FUCKED!
that was right, right?

Spolierage.

Pan’s Labyrinth is Creepy. I loved the take on the fawn- but he was also a little suss.
The pale man was just wrong wrong wrong and awesome! It was Aweong! Or wronsome. His LEGS were the eeriest part. (that and how he keeps his eyes. man!) He looked like Gumby on a bad day.

And the premonition of Carmen’s ‘almost’ miscarriage? Brilliant. Took me a moment to go: OHHH! So it’s showing … ahhh…

The most traumatizing part was the guy who got his face bashed in with a bottle. The way he doesn’t react for the shock! He keeps blinking and you can hear him struggling to breath with his nose smashed inwards and a big bloody hole for a face.

Poor dude.

Poor Ophelia. But I’m glad she died. She got her afterlife.

But I have the question if perhaps she was just delirious and schizophrenic and imagined the whole ‘I’m a princess’ thing. The last scene where Vidal runs in and sees her talking to no one (she actually talking to the fawn but Vidal cant see him), and then where we see what she seeing whilst she’s still barley alive seem to suggest so to me. The way it choses to show her dying, then her vision of the king and queen, and then show her die… Makes me think it was an odd way to put it. If I were to think she really was a princess and she went to the afterlife id have thought it went: dieing, dies, vision. As the vision would only happen after she’s dead, not dying.

I love the roles Doug Jones gets. His costumes are always awesome. His costumes are always so extreme, that you’ve got to appreciate him.

Anyway, End Of Spoilerage.

We got the season (most of) Heroes so yesterday, and the finally of House 3, getting supernatural, a league of gentlemen and something else I cant remember…

I wonder how TV here even exits anymore when all people do it watch it in American time and copy it before we even have it. I have nothing on tv this year. Le sigh.

I suppose this means room for going to see Nicolas Cage movies with a flaming skulls. I like him. He plays angsty characters so well. And it was him who told Johnny to try acting. Who can not love the man who gave us Johnny Depp???

Hello stalkers.

I MUST SEE PAN'S LABYRINTH! Cant think of many ppl who would actully go to this kind of movie thou.

Been attending Tafe for a two weeks now. Ho very odd. Its feels like school, only I have no drama to look forward too but less time to spend in class. The canteen is the best place in the words because: THEY MAKE CHICKEN BURGERS!
*dances in a circle*
Its like Chicken burger day EVERY DAY! (i used to actaully HAVE a day we all called Chicken Burger Day- because we all got chicken burgers thatd ay. sensical, right?)
I feel special and loved and full of poultry. It is a nice feeling. Sex has nothing on eating a good chicken burger.
In case you cant tell; I really like chicken burgers.

I finished my first aid class a while ago and I really enjoyed it for some reason. I Took NOTES! Like 15 pages of solid writing! *delirious giddy laughter* Anyone who knew my at school will know: Lauren NEVER did work. NEVER did home work, and DID NOT take notes. –AND I still passed? Wow. The school system really is slack.

Could it be… that I.. Lauren am… Growing up??? Showing signs of maturity and an acute understanding of adulthood responsibility…

Nah. It was probably just a fluke.

I’m babysitting tonight and then going to Toni’s to drink excessively because I never seem to get drunk enough to BE drunk. But babysitting means I get to watch Cars about a hundred times. And much to contrary belief; That is VERY awesome. I love that movie. It’s ridiculously entertaining. The best part is that fact that the makers were so attentive that they made all Insect life in the movie a tiny Volkswagen BUGGY. I love that detail. Stupid facts are awesome.

Did you know?:

>It is illegal in some places in India, to tie up your pet giraffe to an lamppost between the hours of 9pm and 6am??

>The act of bestiality with a male animal is punishable by death is some place of the world that I cant remember the name of right now. But sexual acts between man and a female animal is alright…

>Space is hot, therefore; it’s where pineapples come from.

Am I lying? You don’t know…. You are torn. Questioning why a girl who is given free right to practice senior first aid on anyone in the world would lie about such things…

2:37

Wow.

You now that stupid add for the new Microsoft Vista or whatever its fucking called?

Well, Wow.

Yesterday I saw 2:37

An Australian Flim about one day in the lives of serval particular students. A school day. It’s interrupted by vague black and white diary entry sort of scenes of the students. The opening scenes, excusing the odd landscape of leaves, is a girl hearing someone crying/in pain and freaks out, a teacher comes and gets someone to open the door. There’s also blood coming out under the door.

Now I know how typical this angsty flim sounds.
Do not make the mistake of judging it yet.

Now the only reason is aw this film was my sister brought it over saying our friend Theresa was friends with one of the main actress’s and she sais it was really good. I was also surprised to find out most of the actors came are Adelaideians.

so I was: eh, meh, fine. Stick it in and we’ll see how it goes.

LITTLE did I know.

In the first 20 minute I was trying to analyse the characters why this, who the fucks that? Your too thin you freak! why a close up of his crotch?…
All that. The following 45 minutes was spent going: Maybe it was this guy! Or perhaps it’ll be this dude!-
The remaining time was spent me screaming: OMG! EWW! NO!! FUCKING NO! DON’T DO THAT! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!!- at the Tv, whilst almost in tears and hugging the arm of the couch, knees drawn up ready to kick anyone who approached me.

I seriously paused it just because I didn’t want too watch it anymore. I’ve only ever done that with the Blair Witch project.

This movie isn’t scary though. It’s just HORRIFYING.

The fact that its REALISIC is even freakier.

The last half hour stayed with my sister and me for hours after, and every now and then when we thought we were over it we’d remind each other.

Seriously. See this movie. If there is only one thing you ever see- the you’re sad. But it should still be this. You’ll at least be more damaged after watching this then you ever would be after a night of crack and watching The Ring- don’t try that. Doesn’t sound like fun.

This movie has the most graphic displays of these subjects I’ve ever seen in ANY other movie. Or ever WILL see.

I’ve never appreciated or thought any other movie was a great- and NOT liked it. Anything I ever thought was brillante, I liked. This however: Its challenging, disturbing, and pure utter brilliance. And I LOATHE it. I loathe it until it melts form the sheer Disturbance feel for it.

I will be pushing this movie until I get the therapy I need to repress the memory of it, but until that day:

See it. SEE IT. Buy it. Rent it. Borrow it. Steal it. Burn it. Download it. Do what ever you have too to get this movie in your possession.

It Will affect you in some way. Even if you just yell out: “Aw- Gross!”

Its just… wrong.

2:37
Flim by Murali K. Thaluri
Rated R

Hmm. Long time, no burden of my journal.

My NEIGHBOURS are fucks!

My neighbours are fucking retarded.

Now i’m all for retards. As long as they can take a joke, not act like fuck heads and not live next door to me.

There’s a Mommy Retard, someone who yells assault at us. A Daddy Retard, who, even if he had a job, would only have enough capacity to be a ‘BIG ISSUE’ Seller. Two Pervert Retards, who sit on the roof with binoculars and who I’ve caught looking over the fence. And a Daughter Retard, who is the only one I’ve seen outside the house. Sparingly. And she didn’t look like she had the money or the mental abilities to TAKE ecstasy, let alone make it at home as a under wrap sell-form-home-drug rink (this was one way to explain why they done go to work. Then we remembered: they are retarded fucks. therefore: not smart enough.)

But this family is Weird I tells you. And this is my argument why.

1, We never see them leave the house. Not for work. Not for school. Not for appearing like they have friends or a social life. I’ve only ever seen them outside the house when they’re walking their poor dog. (No offence to the dog. But I’m sorry Hun. Its not your fault your owned by feral.)

2, They take things way too seriously.

Example, My whole family but me smokes. But only outside because I bitch like a mother when I have a reason too. I was on at them for years about the habit until they moved it outside. They’ve said (rather YELLED) their opinion about it before but this was a weird way to make a point.
They claim the smoke travels around the wall lattice, over the fence down the alleyway side of their house and into their windows… it must be magic smoke since the wind is pretty much always going in the opposite direction… anyway their always using toilet spray. You can hear when they use it because their toilets close to our fence and you hear a flush always followed by a heavy SHHHHHCCCHH of an aerosol can.

Anyway, mum, dad, Kirsty (sister dear) and I were outside and they were smoking and suddenly we hear “SHHHHHCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH” and turn and a hands withdrawing for our side of the fence. The fuck head neighbours had held the can of toilet spray over the fence in attempt to make a point about the smell.

Now this set my sister off. She’s the kind of person who laughs so loudly in the cinema that people laugh AT her. This make she’s laugh harder because she knows it. So this made her laugh.
And I’m not if it because their attempt to make an insult amused us rather then offended, we hear “mommy retard” yell: OH FUCK OFF!

Kirsty laughed harder.

3, They make weird noises all the time. This is why we think their retarded. Like ACTUALLY retarded. A not I-want-attention-so-heres-a-stupid-sound-I-can-make kind of noises. Like the I-don’t-have-the-ability-to-control-myself-or-think-or-wipe-my-own-ass kind of noises. We think the two perverted boys are the ones making the noises.

4, One night I was home alone and I was being a nice little homemaker daughter and doing the dishes. I had the lights on and it was pretty dark outside so it would have been real easy to see inside. I was talking to myself so I would have looked pretty weird, but I look up and standing outside with his head over the fence IN THE RAIN. He sees me see him and ducks. Hmmm….
Not long after I was in the pool with my friend Deanne and who should happen to be fixing to roof at 6 pm? With Binoculars? Yep. Binoculars. Just quietly having a nice quiet moment on his roof with binoculars….
Its not like we live next to any airports or bird sanctuary’s… what’s there to look at…
-This has happened serval times.

4, (my favourite reason).
My mum saw our neighbours on the other side of us at the shop and asked her: What’s worth our neighbours?”
And the woman leans in and said, and I quote: “Oh! Their Weird!”
She then told my mother about how her gardener used to garden for the people who lived there before the Tards moved in. When the first people moved, the gardener left a card in the door just so they would know. A few weeks later he’s doing the house across the street and sees Daddy Retard outside. So like a normal nice person he goes up and introduces himself and explains. “Hi, I’m bla bla…ect. I used to o the garden for the people here before you- I left a card in your door…Just letting you know this and this…” he was pretty much trying to drum up some business.
Then the Dad leans in Nice and close and says (and i quote exactly what I was told):
“I Hate Everything Green!”

Really? Then that explains why your One dead tree was harbouring rats.

Do you need more???

So this is why we call out neighbours retards. (no offence to other retards, sorry to pack you all in the same category as those fucks.)

So now my mums paranoid about me and the dogs home alone. They’ve shown they don't exactly have patience or sanity or relatively human appearance…

I swear, if they touch my dogs, OR my cat, Or a fucking shrub in my lovely GREEN garden, I WIIL string them up by their pubic hair, douse them in aerosol, shove a couple of cans up any available orifice for good measure, and throw a match.

Erg. I’ve been meaning to bitch about them for some time. Assholes.

On a happier note I finally finished Kingdom Hearts II.

It was a shit ending but who cares???!!! I made it to the end!
Bit like this entry actually.


(Doink! Doink! Doink!- THATS ENOUGH!) anyone get that?? if so, i love you.