I don't know where it's goin but I like it like it is

Okay so no poster-rooni for a long time but I haven't forgotten about this endeavor just yet dear readers.

Summer school was a bore but by jimminy, I hope I've passed the final.

Now, lounging about at home I decided the time had come to once again, update update UPDATE!

I am chomping my way through a ton of Stephen King novels, but I really want to go to reading novels of the Palahaniuk ilk. If you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know! I just finished King's "Dolores Claiborne". He always manages to get into whatever head space of the characters he is trying to portray and gets these little tiny details that one would somehow overlook, even if they were writing from first person.

My mother spent the first three days of my return shopping with me and therefore paying for anything I wanted. I'm not, as the previous line would suggest, by any means spoilt (although I guess by some standards I am) but it's almost as though she is trying to make up for lost time or thinks that I don't actually do that much shopping while I'm back at uni. Which is mostly true, usually because there are better things to do most of the time.

I really want to find a decent black or beige colored high waisted skirt and a blazer (sans glitter, sequins, silk lapels).

It's quite funny, because the other day we were in Sussan's with my mum just suggesting random articles of clothing as usual. They do a good range of basics and nothing too tacky or overbearing. But my mum happened to remember something I'd said when I was young and naive and impressionable about how "I'm going to dress is Supre and Jay Jay's clothes forever. And I'm not going to wear Sussan's stuff even when I'm as old as you!" (Disclaimer: I was about 11 or 12 when this happened, so apart from today we will never speak of this incident again)

Facebook has it's ups and downs for sure but it's a good way to keep track of random people or things going on. And although I generally don't join "groups" or become fans of things, it's fun to see all the groups applicable to you. "No, I am definitely NOT going out.. Fuck it, I'll be ready in 20 minutes." You look at it and think "Ahhhhh! This group was made especially for me!" but then there are the creepier ones as well. "If you want to see nude pics of my ex-girlf click here I hate the slut's guts and want these to get around" or something like that.

But I recently found a page related to youth events happening in my town. The page is run by the younger siblings of a couple of kids who were my age, who happened to be movers and shakers, but these kids are seriously impressive. They have the musical, photographical, artistic and organisational skills to get things up and running, things that people actually go to. Events which promote positive messages, without the negative 'run the council to keep the deliquents occupied' vibe.

Now, a blast from the past. I know you all remember the Berenstain Bears??? Hahahahaha as if you didn't learn life lessons from these rednecked bear personas!

I have also been watching old 90210, which kicks the new one's (tauter and perkier, but who cares?) butt by sooooo much! And Shannon Dougherty is hottttt! So is Luke Perry (minus the thousands of wrinkles on that forehead)

I love this fancy dress twist!! I'm so suggesting this for the next college shindig.

I think we all already know how much I hate airbrushing. When it comes to faggy magazines like Maxim and Penthouse, I already detest the content. I stand sneakily in newagencies and turn all the covers around so it's shaving cream ads or designer watches facing the front and not airbrushed pieces of sterile meat. If porn in the form of magazines came in an unairbrushed form, I would have a slightly less MASSIVE problem with it. If the only exposure you've had to naked women is that shitty airbrushed rubbish where you are led to believe that women have a single line between their legs, no hair in sight, no dimpling not even goosepimples - we might as well be looking at Polaroids of what features between Barbie's legs, because hell, that's all we're getting at the moment.

And when these guys grow up a little and if they're lucky enough to land themselves with a girl or in a relationship, they'll tell their partners "You don't look normal down there" Which gets us nowhere. Girls set unrealistic expectations upon themselves and both parties find themselves highly unsatisfied with the pleasure they are supposedly enjoying even if they resemble the characters in those, quite frankly boring Jenna Jameson type productions. I don't really think the way she shoots off about how urgently she wants male genitalia in every open orifice in her body is that much of a turn on anyway, especially in her screechy voice.

I might rage lyrical about this more some other day, right now I'm frantically reading through the last two paragraphs and making sure I haven't written the word "pussy" or "cock" anywhere lest internet-porn-loving-fiends break their refresh buttons trying to access the content on this page hoping for a glimpse of anything. Because they sure as hell won't be able get off on anything here. You are a sick, sick individual if you do/ could.

Yours lovingly,

peaitlreiecnia