The other night, we had a little gathering at our house after my dad decided to be a gumby and bog his tractor and his car down in our back paddock. We spent the whole day getting bogged and unbogged and blah blah blah and at the very end of the day we all sat down to some Chilli Con Carne and flapped our gums. One of the topics of conversation was, in fact, slaughtering beasts. I boldly proclaimed that, if I had to, I would be able to slaugther a beast, skin it, gut it and make it into some nice juicy steak. Of course the boys scoffed and told me saying it was a lot different to experiencing it but the fact of the matter is - I’m about as far from a vegetarian as, to put it really lamely, a t-rex. When I was 10, I walked in on my grandad on their farm beheading some chooks and it didn’t affect me in the slightest.

The way I see it - it’s not cruel to kill the animal if you plan on using it resourcefully. Of course, I would consider it cruel if you killed them in the most inconvenient way possible. For example, stringing them up still alive, slit their throat and let them bleed while still kickin’ sort of thing. Not only does this make the meat tougher, but the animal shouldn’t have to experience that sort of pain when there are way easier, faster and convenient methods out there. My dad was telling me how when he was a boy they just used to throw some bread on the ground and put a bullet clean through the brain. It’s quick, easy and virtually painless - the beast doesn’t know what’s hit it quite literally.

Anyway, this entry isn’t supposed to be about the methods of killing animals. It’s simply to say…I love meat and am not afraid to do the dirty deeds to get it.

Are you a vegetarian? If not, how far are you willing to go to have your beloved red meat?

So, yesterday was my first day of University as a part-time student. And it was amazing! High school sucks in comparison by far. I’m not just talking about the fact that you don’t have to wear a uniform..I’m talking about everything. It’s so much more sophisticated, advanced and mature. A breath of fresh air from the school where spitballs are commonly found on whiteboards and the middle school toilet doors don’t lock (ew). It was such a tease! Like a little sneak peek into the world I’m meant for, but not officially going to be apart of until next year (GAH).

So anyway, I had never made it to the orientations (stupid, I know) so I didn’t know this campus from a bar of soap. My mum was supposed to come with me to fork out the cash for my textbooks (ha) but there turned out to be absolutely NO parking whatsoever. Everywhere was full. And so, she simply left me out the front of the building to fend for myself (I make it sound so much worse than it was…my mum was actually very sorry she had to leave me) and I ended up asking some people how the hell you actually get inside the campus. They were kind enough to show me to the Bray Center Student Centre where I was fitted with an ID card (which looks absolutely terrible by the way! Never have I had such a bad photo!). After this, I had about 40 minutes until my first lecture so I went exploring.

First things first…find out where the bathrooms are. I was amazed..so CLEAN, so STYLISH, so ADVANCED! The taps were sensored….all you had to do was swipe your hand and they turned on. Heck yes! After this little encounter, I explored further into the campus where I found the library. Since I work in a library, this was a very important part of the discovery and my god was I impressed! University libraries are amazing! Not even kidding - they’re HUGE. I even got a little lost in the mazes of journals. In other words? HEAVEN.

Lets skip ahead a little further…my lecture. There are at least 100 other people in my lecture class and it was a little daunting sitting there with all those older people around me all seeming so much more sophisticated than me. I was like “GAH!” and kept my head down. My lecturer is really nice though and I really look forward to my Semester with her. After my lecture, I had an hour to spare so I ate some food and sat and listened to my iPod because I didn’t bring my laptop and didn’t have a textbook to read over…great. But I think I blended in sitting on the floor against a wall where various other students were lazing. I was totally chilled and nobody guessed I was 16 until I told them. I felt VERY grown up.

My tutorial class is really cool. It’s small and personal and I like it a lot so far. My tutor is really nice and the people in the class are also really cool. I’ve definitely found some people to chill with I think. I also got very into the discussion we were having on different news types etc…etc…. Oh, for those of you that didn’t know…I’m doing a Bachelor of Journalism bahaha.

My first day as a uni student went splendid. Expect more entries on this subject!

Anon can be anything, anyone and anywhere. One of the largest Anon communities to this day is the notorious 4chan Imageboard. I’ve only recently become aware of this site and it makes me wonder how I’ve been in the dark for so long. This forum is not for the weak hearted - it really shows just what the internet and the real world is capable of. This website is what blurs the lines between reality and fantasy..what is real and what is fake…who is who and what is what. It opens our eyes to real life stuff that may as well just be a fantasy.

Being Anon can give you a delicious variety of delights without suffering the consequences…unless you’re stupid and can’t use Anon properly. Then - you get found out and revenge is imminent. To use Anon correctly, you need to know all the tricks of the trade. You need to master the art of Anon.

However, by being Anon comes another label…Sadistic. Many Anons use their power to post some of the most sadistic content known to man, and this reputation preceeds all Anons. It’s like in Stephen King’s book “Cell” - the flock was a whole but they spoke through one phone-crazy. One title. One purpose. People associate Anon with “Bad”, “Taboo” and “Dangerous” and Anons become controversial. By being Anon, you aren’t afraid to show your identity, more doors simply open through the title of Anonymity.

The sole purpose of Anon is to promote a very controversial opinion or engage in a very controversial act. The title of Anon, when used correctly, bypasses many consequences that could come from voicing their opinion or something of the like. Many legal repercussions are avoided through Anon and this allows humanity to be more than a flock of sheep.

I’ve had good and bad experiences with Anons, and being Anon. A bad experience - Anon decided to post my personal contact information up. However, this Anon was foolish and didn’t protect their OWN personal contact information well enough and was exposed…he’s now dealing the consequences. =] A good experience with Anon? I’ve made a lifelong, very powerful friend. And being Anon? I’ve gained so many people’s trust and acknowledgement than I would have if they knew who I really was.

If you look under a rock you discover another world.

Have you ever been Anon or had an experience with Anon?

Below is an embedded sound clip that I really think you guys should listen to…they’re an Indie/Punk Rock band and the song name is Only Ever, and based on the recent experiences the lead singer and his lover *cough* went through.

And, if you really enjoyed that song…more of their music can be listened to at their myspace page, Novella Beggars.

The first volunteer? My beautiful aunty Brat. She was kind enough to even lend me her car to drive. The outcome? I nearly killed us both. I believe I really need to work on braking. As we were approaching the intersection to cross the highway, I was only lightly tapping my foot on the brake and nearly drove out onto the highway into oncoming traffic. My god, my aunt practically shouted at me to stop the car. Tyres squealed and my eyes nearly popped out of my head in surprise and shock. What do you expect from a learner that hasn’t been on the road in months?? So yes, definitely need to work on my braking. I returned her home safe and jittery with vows to never let me drive her around again.

The second volunteer? My cool uncle Jimmy. Their car is an automatic so it was a bit different and a little easier except, I nearly slid out going around a corner too quickly. Second thing to work on? My speed. I returned him home safe and slightly miffed. Unfortunately, both of these incidents cost me family driving instructors. How am I going to get better if I don’t learn??

>_< Anyone else had any learner driving woes?

In other news, it is Soundwave this Saturday and by god, I am about to wee myself with excitement!!

Ok, so for those of you that just wanna know what the fuck happened to me…I was used for sex, received a huge $225AUD fine for drinking in public, fucked around with by the guy that used me for sex, lost my best friend, had some weird stalker contacting me pretending to be the fuckhead that used me for sex, had my personal contact details posted on the net, been to the police and am currently in the middle of convicting the person that did it. Kthxbai.

So yeah, my life has been pretty hectic. xP

Here’s the idea for the blog post….tell me how to kill the guy that used me for sex! I’m sure your ideas will come in very handy! The person who comes up with the best idea will be undoubtedly big-noted in my next blog post. xP WHAT A PRIZE!