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Just as I was getting into this blogging thing again, I realised I was at least 6 months behind in not having a Tumblr account. Not wanting to look the fool, I have created one, which you can find here. I'm sure I will continue to rage on here, anyhow.

On Sunday, I attended the S/S Finders Keepers Market. There were heaps of stalls selling cute shit. I almost bought a $120 Vintage Marimekko lamp, but luckily for me, the lady couldn't take eftpos. Who did take eftpos though were Limedrop, where I bought an adorable necklace and an even more adorable ring.

I would like to acknowledge the Wurundjeri people who are the Traditional Custodians of this Land.

I would also like to pay respect to the Elders both past and present of the Kulin Nation and extend that respect to other Indigenous Australians present.

I am inspired by my Australian Indigenous Studies lecture occurring around me to write a post on something completely unrelated to Aboriginal issues. Last night, inspired by my temporary deletion of this blog, I 'deactivated' my Facebook account. Unfortunately, this was to no avail, for even before this lecture on how Indigenous art operates in Australia, my account was back. I had returned to stalking my 'friends' I don't actually care for, and further building my ego by writing pointless statuses so other people can know without asking what's 'On my mind', and if I'm really lucky, 'Like' it: the ultimate achievement. This was a terrible event for my knowledge on how Indigenous art is used by Australian culture to prove that the nation is no longer racist.

I can't help but want to know how different life would be without an online life. I wonder how my life would be if people didn't know what I was doing at any given moment, and if I didn't know what they were doing. It doesn't seem like that much of a big deal, but it really is. I can't get rid of it, and this freaks me out. Even if I want to leave, I cannot. They will not let me. They know I'll be back, and they make returning as easy and as enticing as possible, by leaving everything in my account just as it was, waiting for my inevitable return.

Mark Zuckerburg has basically got control over the entire world. It's a strange cult that he has created. He has developed a new life more appealing than our real one, where every person's ego and self-obsession flourishes as people choose what can be shown to others and what cannot. People choose the most flattering photos as their display pictures, or pictures that show them as doing something cool, for instance playing in a band because everybody knows musicians are hot; looking attractive albeit wasted in a club, so everybody knows you love to have a good time and 'get your sexy/drink/party/whatever fucking thing you do on a Saturday night on'; having a beer, because drinking beer is cool; modelling, because models are cool; their car, because their car is cool; playing sport, because playing sport is cool; with their significant other, because they're not single and that's cool; emos with blacked out eyes looking sad, because they want everybody to know that they are misunderstood and not considered 'cool' because they're Facebook photo has eyeliner on a man; or just a picture of somebody having a happy time with their friends, because people need to know that you have friends and you have a good time with them, because having friends... is cool.

IT'S STUPID. I CAN'T HELP BUT DO THIS, AND EVEN WHEN I TRY NOT TO, I HAVE TO.

Last week, in a moment of shame, I deleted this blog. I showed it to somebody I trusted that wasn't one of my many (3) followers that I currently have, and he/she was not terribly impressed by what he/she saw. They called it "abstract", and could not say if it was either good or bad. Needless to say I panicked, thought it was crap, and deleted it. But, thankfully, there is an 'undelete' function, and I have just realised this blog is AWESOME and he/she is WRONG and does not know what quality reading/bitching this is. So here I go again.

I am quite glad to be back at uni today. I have so far attended one lecture on criminology and Aboriginals in custody, and I am so pleased to be back, that I paid no attention. I guess I just like the thought of the quality coffees that will be consumed throughout the day, and the familiar smell of the Old Arts building, and listening-in to the nerdy Maths students next to me discuss the inappropriateness of an Asian girl dating a 'white guy'. More Asians should date and procreate with Europeans. Not enough of this is happening in society. The result of this pairing is Eurasian children, who, it has been proven, are 600% better looking than anybody else in the world. There is definitely not enough interracial coupling occurring in society.
Here is a list of 'famous' Euroasians I found scouring google. I guess their underrepresentation in the media reflects their underrepresentation in society. It's a shame, really.

1. Daniel Henney - Korean/American model/actor.





This man is a dream. I believe he has starred in X Men, and is big in Korea.


2. Dennis Oh - Korean/American model/actor. Again.






This man is possibly even more amazing. Amittedly, I have no idea who he is and what he does, but he gives me a strange shiver when I look at him.

3. Guy Sebastian - Malaysian/Australian singer.



Just kidding.

I really want to make a huge mess of all of my belongings.

This week I am not in the architecture building waiting for my Art History tutorial to start, but instead at home, lazing about, doing nothing productive with the little free time that I have. For you see, I am on holidays. And I am in the foulest of moods I can be in. Everything everybody does and says only furthers my anger. I just want to wreck everything and get rid of some of the frustration, but my room is lovely and clean and it would just be inconvenient. So instead, I am forced to attempt to swallow it, suppress it, and hope it goes away without rearing its ugly head in 25 years time when my mid-life crisis is due. My favourite way to deal with moods such as this is to insult sluts in my head. Fin.

Having a designated blog-writing time is definitely proving effective. This week has not been particularly eventful. Saturday night was spent trying not to neck myself at Crown. That casino is like a scary wonderland, where the most revolting specimens of an affluent and hedonistic capitalist society come out to play. It's all glitter and booze and tacky heels as people attempt to satisfy that never-ending desire for more and more money. It ends up not even being a means to an end, but people accrue money for the sake of money. And in some of the most debauched and immoral ways. In closing, Crown bored me.

On Monday, utterly fed up with Topshop's bullshit (3 weeks ago I placed an order for some clothes which included a dress with a cat face on the front but I have not received them), I bought a cat dress to satisfy my need for one. I am wearing it today, and it is making me feel happy automatically. It's flowy and pretty, with a section cut out of the back, so it's discreetly sexy as well. And it has cats all over it. And these cats go 'meow meow meow meow meow meow meow' all day long. At least I like to imagine that they do. I would like to post a picture of me in this delightful dress, but that means I would need to post a picture of the playsuit i mentioned here. And while I may have posted pictures of myself in the past, I'm not so narcissistic today. But I am sure I will soon enough. Here is a picture of the dress, anyway.

Here I am once again, sitting in the Architecture library at the same time, waiting for my Art History tutorial to start. Two new things have occurred since last week, however. Big M have introduced their egg flip flavour, and I am currently tasting this limited edition tastiness. The other not-quite-as-important news is that it has just been confirmed within the last hour that the Labor government are to continue to govern this vast land with a female Prime Minister who has been elected voluntarily by the people, and, well, chosen by the independents as well. This is what I have been waiting for. Being the crazy lesbian feminist nazi that I am (was), having women break through Australia's stupid glass ceiling is a big relief. With a female Prime Minister, the only higher power than her is the female Governor General, whose actions are dictated by the female Queen (but we all want a Republic anyway so this is not that relevant to the current left-wing female euphoria that we are all experiencing, are we not?).

All this feminine power could not have come sooner, as I am slowly but surely sinking into the imprisoning dome that is domesticity. Turns out there was a dormant domestic nature within me. I am becoming excited by the prospect of home decor and kitchen appliances. Tonight I shall be cooking dinner which I have been looking forward to for two days. I am becoming satisfied with the idea of teaching little children: that traditional occupation that has always been accepted as one that women are inherently good at. I guess the fact that I don't have a single nurturing bone in my body (womb) is comforting, as I do not have that inherent instinct for motherhood. Well, yet, anyway. Now let's all get abortions to celebrate this important day in Australian political (and women's) history. FUCK YOU TONY A.