Let's go on a little holiday, so very far away from here.

A holiday! Finally! Only a week, sure, but a week none the less. A time for watching lots of trashy TV, and getting away from the hustle and bustle of life. A time for happiness, reflection and not caring about a single little thing. Nothing can bother me, no one can touch me, and all I can possibly feel, is satisfaction for every little part of my life. 

Russell Brand. Hero.

So I have a mild infatuation with Russell Brand. I find his humor astoundingly funny. I'm not going to lie. He's crass, he's offensive and he is best known for lines such as "When life gives you lemons, fuck the lemons and bail" and his rock star profile, Aldous Snow. I love the way that he just says things that will probably offend a large portion of the worlds inhabitants , and he says it anyway because when your a comedian and your famous you are allowed to do that.  Seriously, go and watch "Get him to the Greek". You might be disappointed, offended, or apathetic, but I will still feel good for spreading the love. 

I hate how easily I remember things, that you would rather forget.

It's those nights,

The ones where you don't leave until 5 am. 

The ones where your lean in to kiss me in the dark

And you talk to me as we kiss, so that our lips brush

You bury your face into my neck

And we lie there and time seems to go so fast that it actually stops. 

We talk about life

and lust

and about all the great TV shows we want to see.

We talk about hopes

dreams

what we are missing

and where we want to be

Even though we don't have any answers

It's those nights, that I will never forget.

Let go, just for a little while.

It's all finally over. I can think of a thousand reasons why I should be worried and scared but right now all I can think about is how much better life looks when your in control again. Not that losing control is all bad. We have to lose control sometimes, to know that we are capable of regaining it. We have to lose it to know we are alive. 

Light me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth.

Pretty bubbles

Pretty lights

Pretty pictures

Pretty sights

Stay cool. Pretend like nothing is wrong

Have you got the answers for me?

I have been awake for 36 hours, working on a property law mid session take home exam. Hurrah! Have you got some answers for me? Because I don't know any. I am a mere couple of hours from finishing but everything is so blurry and my memory of having done fraudulent cheques is faded and obscured by lack of sleep.

A friend was telling me yesterday that she feels exams at university are a wasted effort on the part of the university. She said that she felt that they should raise the entry marks, so only the best of the best could be there and that way, they wouldn't need to do exams, they could focus on the actual learning part, and you could learn without pressure and it would be more effective because people would enjoy it and remember it, unlike now, where after an exam you forget half of it all anyway. I am quite inclined to agree with her, although it would be an unfeasible option.

Anyway, I just thought I would try and exude a modicum of myself, before getting lost in someone else's problem all over again. Or maybe it is my problem now.

The facebook obsession.

Facebook privacy. We've all heard about it. Especially recently. People getting fired over this comment,or  for people uploading photos that make them look like a crackwhore, or people getting bullied on their wall because it's easier than getting into a playground punch up. Ironically social networking websites are teaching us how to be completely antisocial.

My blackberry vibrated at 1 am this morning with an email from a friend, who had found out off a friend, about a photo of me on facebook that he didn't like. He doesn't even have facebook and yet somehow, this photo managed to find its way to him. It scared me. It scared me that someone was trolling my facebook page for information about me to give to someone else, to hurt me. Why would someone do this? Why do we have this infatuation with a website that gives us a sticky beak into someone elses life. We use this site to look at our news feed and find out what parties are on, who was at those parties, what our friends are doing at that very moment in time, whose birthday it is, who is in a relationship with who, who is working where, who lives where, and who likes what.

It occurred to me this morning, that despite the fact that the photo in question was nothing out of the ordinary, I feel absolutely violated. 500 + people, are able to look at my facebook, and are able to get information about me that I don't actually think I want them to have. I was about to delete my entire profile when I realized that there were some benefits to facebook, such as actually keeping in touch with friends who are overseas and such, but that aside, I have no use for it. I didn't delete my whole profile, but I have amped up my privacy settings so that only about 10 people can see my photos.

I wanted to delete "friends" because I am sick of hearing about people being bored, or people whining about school and uni and about people who I scarcely speak to. Here's the catch. If I delete people, I feel out of the loop. I feel like I would be missing out on something, not because I couldn't troll peoples pages looking for information about them when I am bored, but because I want to be able to talk to people, when I want to talk to them. I want people to be able to contact me if they need to. Gone are the days when if you wanted to be friends someone you spoke to them a little, hung out a couple of times and built up a trust with them. It's all in the click of a button now. You send a request, they accept and BAM! Your friends.

It's this horrible catch 22, where you are obsessed with these websites, while at the same time, you can't stand the sight of them. It's a cyber addiction. When you could have stopped you didn't want to, and now that you want to stop you can't. The social networking website world is becoming reality, and life is becoming a distorted, chaotic mess of statuses and friend requests. Seriously? Just make a phone call.