We Used To Be Friends ends with its 66th entry. This is the final entry and conclusion to my blog, bitches. I've started a new one for my new life, called Goodbye To You (also a fave song of mine) which will feature pretty much the same emotional bullshit that this one does. I've got separate blogs for my adventures in Perth, and my TV and game reviews, so there'll be none of that bullshit interrupting the doom-filled hell world that is my blog.
Here's the link to Goodbye To You: http://scotthorngoodbyetoyou.blogspot.com/
And here's another blog of mine where I list my top 10s: http://scottstop10.blogspot.com/
And here is where I'll record my fab adventures in Perth: http://justperth.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Random thoughts
I'm leaving soon, guys! This will probably be one of my lasts blog entries (I'll make sure to do a FINAL one filled with an appropriate amount of :( faces and the like)
I was thinking about my school life here in NZ and I thought of something that I thought was strange. I've struggled at school almost my life. Despite being a top tier student throughout primary I always had difficulty. This was probably due to the streaming system, which challenges the more apt students. However because of this, I was always one of the worst people in my classes, and I always felt inadequate and/or unintelligent. I also think this lead to me stopping to try at school, and is the reason I have done so poorly this year. Is streaming really such a good idea if it forces intelligent people to doubt themselves and unintelligent people to get an over the top sense of confidence?
I've noticed whenever gay men are brought up in a conversation, a storm of anal sex jokes come up. Is that really what society views gay men as? Anal beasts? Isn't homosexuality supposed to be about the love not the sex? And do all gay men even like anal? I dunno, maybe it's just because the people I hang out with are cringingly (is that a word?) immature and naive but it really struck me as strange. Is it that homophobia is actually people being afraid of gay love rather than being grossed out about gay sex? I guess so.
I was thinking about my school life here in NZ and I thought of something that I thought was strange. I've struggled at school almost my life. Despite being a top tier student throughout primary I always had difficulty. This was probably due to the streaming system, which challenges the more apt students. However because of this, I was always one of the worst people in my classes, and I always felt inadequate and/or unintelligent. I also think this lead to me stopping to try at school, and is the reason I have done so poorly this year. Is streaming really such a good idea if it forces intelligent people to doubt themselves and unintelligent people to get an over the top sense of confidence?
I've noticed whenever gay men are brought up in a conversation, a storm of anal sex jokes come up. Is that really what society views gay men as? Anal beasts? Isn't homosexuality supposed to be about the love not the sex? And do all gay men even like anal? I dunno, maybe it's just because the people I hang out with are cringingly (is that a word?) immature and naive but it really struck me as strange. Is it that homophobia is actually people being afraid of gay love rather than being grossed out about gay sex? I guess so.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
I guess it was only physical attraction, after all.... LOL
I feel SMUG, really really SMUG.
"Why?" you ask.
Because I have something over him. I don't feel so completely inferior to him anymore. He HAS flaws!
I may be socially deficient, totally annoying, insanely bitchy, digustingly shallow and horribly selfish BUT he smells repulsive and has really bad hair!
"Why?" you ask.
Because I have something over him. I don't feel so completely inferior to him anymore. He HAS flaws!
I may be socially deficient, totally annoying, insanely bitchy, digustingly shallow and horribly selfish BUT he smells repulsive and has really bad hair!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sorry Daddy
Okay, all that stuff I said about my dad, I take it back. I told him I was bunking tomorrow and he goes "oh okay." Fuck me, my life is good!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
I'm only in New Zealand for less than four weeks.
I'm scared.
What am I gonna do?
Why did I choose to leave the country, again?
Please, remind me.
Because right now, I'm thinking it could've been a mistake.
But that's natural.
Isn't it?
Please, tell me it's natural.
I'm freaking out.
I know what Alisha means now.
Safe.
It's safe here.
I'm safe.
Nothing is wrong.
Everything is chill.
Why am I risking it?
For a chance for it to be better?
Better than this?
What's the point?
What's wrong with this?
A lot.
Yes.
A lot.
But nothing dire.
And why am I burning bridges?
I guess it doesn't matter.
I'm never coming back.
Four more weeks of this life.
And then everything is totally new.
I'm scared.
I'm scared.
What am I gonna do?
Why did I choose to leave the country, again?
Please, remind me.
Because right now, I'm thinking it could've been a mistake.
But that's natural.
Isn't it?
Please, tell me it's natural.
I'm freaking out.
I know what Alisha means now.
Safe.
It's safe here.
I'm safe.
Nothing is wrong.
Everything is chill.
Why am I risking it?
For a chance for it to be better?
Better than this?
What's the point?
What's wrong with this?
A lot.
Yes.
A lot.
But nothing dire.
And why am I burning bridges?
I guess it doesn't matter.
I'm never coming back.
Four more weeks of this life.
And then everything is totally new.
I'm scared.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
How do you do an angry smiley?
Fuck Dave. Fuck him to hell.
So, with an extreme over-confidence in my overwhelmingly easy and relaxed family life, I left that battle of bourbon sitting out on my bedside table, just chilling. For a few days, Dave just looked at it and didn't do anything, he didn't seem to care. I come home today, and it's gone. Where did it go? Dave comes home, and I ask him. He tells me it's in the cupboard. I ask him why. He tells me he doesn't want me to have it. He then gives a speech about how I shouldn't be keeping alcohol here, let alone spirits.
Okay, I get it, he's concerned. But it pisses me off. Why do parents have to be concerned? Nothing wrong is going to happen. Can't they learn to trust their kids just a bit?
And yes, I know, it's pretty much my fault for being over-confident and assuming Dave would be as chill about everything as Mum was pretty stupid of me.
But the point is, that's MY bourbon. And I WANT it!
So, with an extreme over-confidence in my overwhelmingly easy and relaxed family life, I left that battle of bourbon sitting out on my bedside table, just chilling. For a few days, Dave just looked at it and didn't do anything, he didn't seem to care. I come home today, and it's gone. Where did it go? Dave comes home, and I ask him. He tells me it's in the cupboard. I ask him why. He tells me he doesn't want me to have it. He then gives a speech about how I shouldn't be keeping alcohol here, let alone spirits.
Okay, I get it, he's concerned. But it pisses me off. Why do parents have to be concerned? Nothing wrong is going to happen. Can't they learn to trust their kids just a bit?
And yes, I know, it's pretty much my fault for being over-confident and assuming Dave would be as chill about everything as Mum was pretty stupid of me.
But the point is, that's MY bourbon. And I WANT it!
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