(... I also like Tori Amos)

Oh my god I have a Livejournal?

2008-11-06T12:27:44Z

Well yes, I am posting here. Which can only mean one thing really. I have an assignment I should be writing. Boring. It was only due last week. My tutor doesn't care, she's too busy trying to get us all to go to virtual second life Halloween parties with her gothic anthropomorphic cat avatar. I think not wench.

In all honesty I am over this country. Europe is fun, the wine is cheap, and the people many. The food is delicious and there are many thing to be seen within a short distance. But I have seen them. And I have no more money to be frivilous with. Really, all I am doing here is watching downloaded television and lounging around. Skipping classes, drinking cheap booze... All things I can do at home and not have to pay thousands of dollars in rent to accomplish.

I came, I saw, I vomited, and now I'm ready to go home.

Well, not entirely. I am off to London in less than a week. So this should be fun. I hear Charlie is coming to my birthday. Which will be nice. And Berlin for New Years.

Yar, boring.

fizzgig101 @ 2008-04-13T06:20:00

2008-04-12T20:21:04Z

Where are THE DRUGS??!?!?!!

WHERE ARE THEY.

Just one problem...

2008-04-04T15:07:11Z

My myspace blogs don't seem to be appearing. SO I'll cross post this one from two days ago here...

"I have just one problem so far with backpacking around Italy. Now I would argue that Laura and I, whilst horrendously disgusting and trashy people, are at least interesting. Why is it that every person I have met on this trip has been BORING AS ALL FUCK!?

I mean it’s not that much to ask, is it? Take Venice for example. We were kicked off our bus that we thought was going to our hostel because it wasn’t going to our hostel and decided to walk the rest of the way (which would take us 50 minutes, we soon learned). We befriended a young Canadian couple also in the same pickle and set off. Much to our dismay, we discovered in all the confusion we had left our wine on the fucking bus. OUR WINE.

So to ease the pain Laura and I started chatting about being murdered on the way to the hostel, as it was getting late and we were in the sticks. In my opinion quite an easy conversation to join. But no, these two hung back awkwardly and couldn’t have been more tense if they removed the carrots up their arses and replaced them with watermelons.

Without alcohol Laura and I rocked up to the hostel and asked immediately where we could get some. Luckily for us there was a pizzeria with a bar on the grounds, so we told Captain boring and his misses we would be there and set off.

In their defense they did come and join us. But they sat and said almost nothing! Laura and I were getting smashed on Prosecco, but when we offered some to the happy couple they told us that, at the ripe old age of 20, they had NEVER HAD CHAMPAGNE BEFORE. For fuck’s sake!

So now we get to our amazing hostel in Florence (amazing because it is brand new with a sauna, indoor pool, pool tables, bar, dance floor with DJ and private bathrooms for every room; cheap because they have an opening special) and are very eager to meet the people sharing our dorm. Surprise surprise we walk in to our room after exploring the city to be greeted by Ivan Boring Milat with a serial killer beard and his hefer of a girlfriend who couldn’t be interesting if the god of interesting gave them free interesting pills at a Festival of Interesting!

AAARGH.

Oh well. We make our own fun I suppose. I just hope we meet some cool people soon or I’ll have to skin Laura out of boredom..."

Gay Paris (and I mean gay in the way fourteen year old emos use it.. errr that's gaaaay)

2008-03-11T16:04:31Z

I must say I enjoyed Paris much more this time around. Probably because I am 21 now and not 16, and I stayed with a friend of Jibby's and got plastered almost every night. Woot. I had a fight with a Norwegian girl about her using Buddhism and reincarnation as an excuse to be reborn whenever a fucking bell rings and refuse to be responsible for the past. All in all a good evening. And I ate SO much cheese. Cheese is good, especially with red wine. Though I must say that I bought a bottle of cheap cheap wine from a little corner store and was harrassed by the French people I was hanging out with because of its low quality. I mean sure being haughty is fun, but being haughty about cheap wine? When you're a filthy French man trying to pick up any girl that moves? CHEAP WINE IS MY LIFEBLOOD.

Fucking French. They didn't really like me calling them fromage eating surrender monkeys either. Kudos to Pat for that description, it served me quite well.

And now I'm going to eat pizza with my Dutch friends.

King of the glorified gypsies.

2008-02-24T12:17:35Z

I'd just like to report that upon telling my Italain neighbours of my plans to go to Florence, I was given the following advice.

"If a gypsy woman throws a baby at you, do not catch it."

Apparently that's the way they roll there. Whilst one stuggles to catch and hold the flying infant, other gypsies steal your pennies and valuables. So, after walking around the city, climbing the Duomo and other exciting activities, we found ourselves in a back street with three gypsies approaching. One of which was holding a baby.

Jeanavive began mumbling under her breath "Um baby baby baby baby!!" So we quite obviously ran to the other side of the street clutching our bags. The women looks utterly shocked and hissed at us.

But really I think we made the right decision.

My life is like some sort of hideous Theatre of the Macarbe...

2008-02-05T15:38:23Z

Okay so not really. But I swear it's sitcom worthy. I am constantly laughing at the situations I end up in, and alas there is noone here to share my amusement. For example, last night Anneleise, another Australian here, invited me to have a drink with the people who run the bed and breakfast she stayed in. Okay, so they're VERY nice peple who I assume really want a good rating on Hostelworld.com so they keep in touch with the people that stay with them.

So I'm there and having a drink and telling them about my adventures apartment hunting. I tell them I'm looking for a place for me and a friend who's coming over on the 7th of Feb, and that I really need to find a place so I can tell her to cancel her hostel booking before she leaves. Then the man says "Ohh I have an Australian staying at my bed and breakfast from the seventh, her name is Jeanavive.." And I stupidly, and slightly drunkly proclaim "Oh yeah that's my friend!!!"

Well I don't think he likes me very much, as I am to be the reason his booking for next week cancels. Meh BL.

So yeah I can't wait to get out of this hell hole of an apartment. I mean... whilst listening to the sounds of a Japanese man making violins SOUNDS fun, it really isn't. It's boring. I move in on Saturday, and the place is really cute. It has a spare bed, AND a sofa bed, so I can have guests easily. Yay! Not much else to report from Bologna really. I miss everyone and blah blah blah.

Love and other indoor sports,
Will.

Yo yo

2008-01-23T18:00:53Z

Well I have a few minutes spare in this net cafe to say hello. I have been doing a lot lately (an activity which those who know me will know I am not inclined to partake of) so I haven't had the time to write home about my adventures. And adventures they are.

A bird got minced up in the plane engine as it landed in Sydney so I didn't actually leave the airport till 6. I missed my connection so had to stay in Hong Kong for a day. But it was fun. I bought a jacket, sunglasses and a ring for the equivilant of 30 australian dollars at the markets (sure the jacket is thinner than my patience, but you get that.) I pretty much despise the people I am travelling with, but I suppose you get that too, and it won't be long till I can ditch them.

Bologna is beautiful, and all that crap. I will update properly once I am settled in to the apartment I am hopefully getting. I miss everyone, if only because noone here gets me. This is not good for me as I am an egotistical bastard and have been reduced to having conversations with myself about how great I am. Yeah, 60 hours in transit will do that to you.

Well love and other shit like that.

Will.

fizzgig101 @ 2008-01-12T14:44:00

2008-01-12T03:45:42Z

Well I have my visa now. Thank fuck. So I will be heading to Europe on Thursday. Everyone come to my last Maggot Monday! Or suffer the consequences...

I lie, I am much too lazy to care.

Bureaucracy.

2008-01-03T06:07:15Z

Well, what can I say? I have just been to the Italian consulate to try to apply for a student visa. I learned some interesting things. I hate all types of administration. Not only was I not informed of several pre-departure briefings by my University (then told I had received emails, implicating I was lying and just skipping them), but I was also given a package absent of the most important document I need to get to Italy - a letter from my host University confirming my visit. I have been told by other students it was in their packages. I can't help but think Ilaria has done this to spite me for not showing up to a meeting I didn't even know was on. Furthermore, my accommodation confirmation was not accepted because it didn't have my name on it, which is fine, until I learned that the other two people staying in the room used the same document just a week ago, and were accepted without question.

When I called the consulate weeks ago they told me they couldn't tell me over the phone what I needed to bring in, as it was too complicated. I just needed to go in with what I have, and they would tell me if I could apply. (My suggestion that they give me as good an idea as they could was met with idiotic surprise, as if had just asked them to pull a ferret out of their anus). Then upon arrival, when I did not have this letter (or any knowledge of its existence or importance) I was glared at, as if I was wasting their precious time.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

FUCK.

fizzgig101 @ 2007-11-25T16:33:00

2007-11-25T05:32:53Z

I think I am selling myself short.

Circle of Violence

2007-09-25T15:34:49Z

He used to worry about the little things. Boarding trains. The first steps he could never carry out with conviction. And the disembarkers. He hated those people getting off the train. They had reached the end of their journey, whilst his was only beginning. Such a thought should not worry him, but it did. Mostly it was the presence of hatred. Where did it come from? Bitter scathing resentment. Was it genetic? Indoctrinated? Had he been taught? Nature verses nurture. Could you raise a natural born killer?
He would cringe at a welling of hatred from within. Because he had seen what it could lead to. He has seen violence from both ends. Victim and perpetrator closer together than most think.
For is the thug not also a victim of the circle of violence? Child abuse (physical and sexual). Interparental violence. Intimate violence. The whole is a lot more than the sum of its parts. He’s heard how it affects people. So where does the circle end? A blameless crime does not go down well in a ratings mill society. It has to be somebody’s fault. Who has the authority to place blame? Do violent acts not come from a misled childhood? A misled father who was once a misled son.
Violence destroys. He has read that an act of violence destroys not only the victim, but the perpetrator. There are no victors, there is only destruction.
But all of these questions seem trivial to him now. In this dead space, where all he can produce is a wheeze, he has but one.
What am I choking on?
It rings through his mind. Is it vomit? Blood? A piece of my tongue? Or jaw? He knows his jaw is no longer on his face. He cannot imagine how much is gone. Without a mirror, or a pair of legs capable of carrying him to one, he must guess from the absence of feeling. He swallows his teeth down, one by one. Counting them like sheep. Seventeen teeth sheep swim in his stomach. There are more scattered around him. He remembers wondering at the intricate stitching on his attacker’s boot. He would laugh softly if he could. He may even be laughing now, he doesn’t know.
The circle of his life is closing. A snake biting its own tail.
He cannot breathe. And for once, he does not worry.

fizzgig101 @ 2007-08-21T22:45:00

2007-08-21T12:45:51Z

"Look, I don't give a cunt who you sleep with. Just know that when you go mad with syphilis, I'll be laughing."

I am so hilarious.

fizzgig101 @ 2007-08-03T12:27:00

2007-08-03T02:37:53Z

Well, I was supposed to have a few drinks with Josh after class and head to bed. After all, I have a class at nine on Friday mornings.

I realised whilst pulling Shawn down Broadway in a trolley (at one in the morning) that my potential for attending said class was severely limited. I woke up at 11, head pounding.

Honestly, I hope this isnt an indicator of what this semester will be like... but I know it is.

Reality

2007-07-24T08:45:30Z

Of late, I find myself more and more disenchanted with the standard of reality television. Not an uncommon sentiment amongst televison viewers with brain cells, I know. However, I feel the pull of witnessing other people's enforced suffering return. I have just seen an ad for a new reality show. It involves competetive weight loss. Nothing new so far, you say? I agreed, until I heard it was entitled:

THREE FAT BRIDES, ONE THIN DRESS.

And oh yes, they are fat.

fizzgig101 @ 2007-06-26T21:36:00

2007-06-26T11:37:22Z

Well I have posted all the photos from our unexpectedly munted Maggot monday last night on Myspace. Check them out, it's fun!

www.myspace.com/scumbiscuit

fizzgig101 @ 2007-06-23T22:32:00

2007-06-23T12:27:26Z

Okay let's do this.

Comment and:

1 I'll answer with something random about you.
2 I'll dare you to try something.
3 I'll say a colour I associate with you.
4 I'll tell you something I like about you.
5 I'll tell you something I always remember about you / a first memory about you.
6 I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7 I'll ask you something I always wanted to ask you.
8 If I do this for you, you must put this in your journal.

fizzgig101 @ 2007-06-22T00:32:00

2007-06-21T14:44:54Z

Well I worked a double shift today. That's 8am to 8pm. I am buggered but cannot sleep, perhaps due in part to the heinous amounts of coffee I consumed to survive said shift. I am not entirely sure what the point of this post is, perhaps I just strive to maintain my Livejournal. For I feel swamped by Myspace. Although, having started this, I am glad to have returned.

When I write an LJ entry, I must articulate my thoughts whilst keeping them semi-interesting. This, I find, aids my thinking about certain issues and situations that I deem important enough to mention in my Journal. Livejournal is a site mostly devoted to writing. Writing entries for others to read, and reading the writings of others. Myspace, however, is a website based entirely on clicking. A complex routine of bouncing from your home page to other's profiles, searching for updates, new pictures and new reasons to be on Myspace at all. Sure, there are comments - but the writing of a Myspace comment seems to me to be ever soaked with the deeper intentions of receiving a comment back. Returning to the home page to see an exciting "New Comments!" or "New Friend Requests!" far outweighs any value one would seek to impart with a comment in the first place. The verdict? Of course I will remain on Myspace, it is addictive. It's a quantitative display of how popular you are. But I will write on Livejournal. For this reason it will always be my home page.

(Side note, can you tell I am bored? I even manage to make a choice of online blogging site philosophical. I try too hard you know.)

fizzgig101 @ 2007-06-09T13:31:00

2007-06-09T03:36:08Z

My house has no water. If anyone wants to see Tori in September I have one spare ticket. It's good seating but it's expensive so let me know. This may be in Newcastle or Sydney, depending if Jenny still wants her ticket, and where she would like to go. It's okay if you don't want it, just let me know mmmmkay? If Jenny doesn't want to go then I have two tickets :P

fizzgig101 @ 2007-06-05T01:40:00

2007-06-04T15:41:29Z

Everyone here sucka ARSE. Seriously, they are all crabby cunt faced bitches. they are mean and stuid. except mel, cause she's awesome. and likes tori, l;ike me. so all in all, fuck you world. I want to die. =)

fizzgig101 @ 2007-06-03T22:12:00

2007-06-03T12:13:34Z

Do not fear Livejournal. I am flirting with Myspace because I am bored. But I still love you. And I always will. Myspace could never replace you.

fizzgig101 @ 2007-05-31T09:44:00

2007-05-30T23:46:59Z

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have officially undergone a retox.

And I feel great for it.

Props for Sharmane, Dazza, Bazza annd Shazza. Nice to get out with you Cara, much love. :)

fizzgig101 @ 2007-05-23T00:33:00

2007-05-22T14:34:26Z

Haiku² for fizzgig101
boy charm is enough to drive most women crazy with lust you are the
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Created by Grahame

I have no memory of writing this...

fizzgig101 @ 2007-05-22T23:55:00

2007-05-22T14:21:59Z

If I were any more Italian, I'd have a moustache. Seriously, my Italian tutor thinks I'm some sort of language God. I got full marks for my role play conversation assessment today, worth 20%, and 29/30 for my progress test. So really, you may as well call me Mario.

fizzgig101 @ 2007-05-20T20:34:00

2007-05-20T10:35:26Z

I may or may not have told work I was in a car accident.

Oh DEAR!

fizzgig101 @ 2007-05-07T09:40:00

2007-05-06T23:44:23Z

Well, I have just received confirmation that next year I will be living in Bologna, Italy. As my first preference I am very pleased with this. Also, I will be able to live with Jeanavive, who is going to University in Modena, a mere half hour train ride from Bologna. So as she commutes to Uni for once I shall keep house and prepare her meals. I suspect me being a good little housewife will last for a matter of weeks, but hey, it shall be a novelty I will enjoy for that time.

=D