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I only tease you because I like you. Next I'll pull your braids. [Dec. 10th, 2008|07:54 am]
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[mood | snarky]
[music |Can I Have This Dance?, High School Musical 3]

Dear songwriters for HSM3:

It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you

...So, you're saying it depends largely on being tall? ...And stupid enough to stand out in rainstorms?


It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do
Five minutes Thirty seconds a year? Or alternatively, my best Whitlams impression: "So, there's five more just in New South Wales!"? Plus, they're teenagers (...Well, twenty year olds pretending to be teenagers, anyway). I really don't think they have the monopoly on adolescent hormones...


In a related issue, I'm amused that by the second verse he's suddenly an expert at waltzing, having never done so before, but that's fairly stock-standard for musicals, I guess.
-Mmaster
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Stuff that isn't important enough to actually direct the people in question to... [Mar. 10th, 2008|07:02 am]
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[mood | sore]
[music |You're Timeless To Me, Hairspray]

Hey Matt!

Want Tripod to play at your next birthday party?!?

For a mere $5,000-$10,000, you can!

-Mm

PS: Is it bad that I'm far too tempted by doing so for Adam Hills, Adam Spencer, or Wil Anderson?



Hey Stevie!

You know how Hairspray is a movie musical remake of a musical that's a remake of a movie?

Guess who plays the main character in the original movie?

Ricki Lake, of that talk show fame. WTF?

-Mm



In other news, my neck/shoulders started hurting about 7pm. Eventually I had to sleep on pillows on the mattress, so that the head pillow was less high. It hurts less today, but I'm bleary eyed and irritable. I'd call in sick, if I were actually sick...

Let's hope I feel less miserable after breakfast.
-Mmaster
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[Sep. 2nd, 2007|11:21 pm]
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[music |Konstantine (Ready...Break version), Something Corporate]

Note to self:

Australia's Choice Cola is drinkable. Fairly tasteless, but drinkable.

Fanta is drinkable. Not my drink of choice, about third or fourth down the list, but drinkable.

Australia's Choice Orange Crush tastes like they liquified the can and added artificial flavouring (despite the claim of "5% orange juice" on the label). Avoid at all costs.

-Mmaster
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You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired... [Jun. 20th, 2007|09:52 pm]
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[mood | stressed]
[music |The Weight Of The World, Her Space Holiday]

Dear 437 driver,
It's generally considered polite to pull into the bus lane. This way, you can at least pretend you're going to stop if someone signals you. Slamming down on the accelerator does not qualify, I'm sorry.
Irritatedly,
Me.

Dear 438 driver,
Okay, so there was an obstruction on Parramatta Road. Fair enough.
You decided to go through the back streets to get around it. Okay then.
If you told the passengers this, I missed the memo.
Looking up from my book to suddenly discover I was on an unfamiliar road...
I didn't need those extra knots in my back; thanks for the offer.
Stressfully,
Me.
P.S.: Admittedly, the five kilograms of books I was carrying probably make the back worse.

Dear earring,
You decided to go for a holiday...
You're welcome to return at any point. I won't even scold you. Much.
Searchingly,
Me.

Dear spammers,
Funnily enough, I don't think either I nor my commenters are interested in your cars. And I don't think you ship to Australia anyway. Try someone else. Please.
Frustratedly,
Me.
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[Oct. 28th, 2006|08:15 am]
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[mood | sick]
[music |Chemical Heart, Grinspoon]

You know how I was feeling "A little better" yesterday?

Today I'm not.

It isn't quite as bad as Thursday, but most of Thursday's symptoms have returned (with lesser severity).


...Also:

To the random guy on the bus stop last night:
It's generally not considered polite to stand so directly in my field of vision that I miss my bus because I can't see it coming.
Please die. Thankyou.
No love,
Me.


I should get up and go to Uni. Sigh. I hate this. Eight to twelve hours at Uni, six days a week, is probably a large portion of why I got sick in the first place. It'll be over by the end of the week, but first I have to live through two assignments and a prac task. Stupid goddamned ACLs.


I think I'll try and sleep off some of the headache before I head in.
-Mmaster
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[Sep. 2nd, 2006|12:21 pm]
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[mood | annoyed]
[music |Love Shack, The B-52s]

And open letter to StudentFace - a website which I detest muchly and refuse to provide a link to (don't worry, it's easy to find if you want to access it).

Please stop the spam. Thankyou.

PS: (The above are just the communities I regularly read. See also: here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here. Plus the posters plastering half the walls.)


GAH!
-Mmaster
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When you pulled your own trigger, they all gathered around to watch... [Feb. 12th, 2006|09:01 pm]
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[mood | bitchy]
[music |Pet Names, Smash Mouth]

An open letter to Fiona. That I am profoundly grateful that she will probably never read.

Hi.

You evidently don't consider me worth your time to talk to, given your habit of blocking me any time that you actually see me online. Yet you consider me worthy of your inane quizzes and stupid spam advertising emails. This is despite my request that you either do not send them to me at all, or at least send them to my GMail account, where I can safely and easily ignore them.
NEWSFLASH: Despite what it may say, there really WON'T be an orphan in Sumalia that will die if you fail to send on every single chain letter that comes across your inbox. Really.

And if, despite our repeated advice to the contrary, you STILL haven't grasped that people don't enjoy being sent continuous emoticons (especially in the same message) and cutesey giggles and nudges and winks and everything else, I despair of your ability to function validly in the community, since you clearly cannot pick up even the most obvious of social cues.

It was never, ever necessary to turn "...", "?", "!" and "lol" into emoticons - especially when you overuse them as much as you do. Don't turn things like "hey" into blinkies - you use them too often, and someday you're going to give an epileptic seizures. (Which, to clarify, since you often seem a little hazy in these matters, is a BAD thing.)

Nice talking to you. Must do it again sometime. Preferably when you've learnt how to write like an adult and not a ten-year-old emo kid.
Love, Mm.

-Mmaster
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*Sighs* [Apr. 7th, 2005|04:44 pm]
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[mood | blah]
[music |A Day In The Life, The Beatles]

An open letter to Paul... Or at least, I presume it's Paul...

I didn't mean to offend you, and if I did, I'm not sure I really care.

But spamming me repeatedly is not improving my attitude to your actions.

Your stupid flames have the sophistication of an argument where you can't think of a witty comeback, so you say "Ya Mum" and then think it's the funniest thing on Earth.

If you do think that, why don't you go back to Year Nine, where that attitude belongs, and stop abusing me, and through me, my friends?

Why don't you grow up? Please?
-Mmaster
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