Thursday, 22 August 2013

Pokemon Pick Up Lines and Public Transport


Todays 'I Can't Believe I said This Sober' Moment: "I like THIS fish, the rest of the ocean can go fuck itself. I am ahab and he is my whale." 


Welcome, 

I had a dream last night that I was at a bar, I was wearing a cute dress, dancing like a slut, and drinking shots. Thats when this fine ass hunk of man, dolled up like Ryan Gossling, smelling like a ladies wet dream and he brought me a drink. (This was the point when I knew I was dreaming) and as he brought me a drink he said the corniest geekery I've ever heard; 'Hey, are you a Pokemon, because I wanna Pikachu!"  I was like wait, do you hear that? Oh, its a party in my pants. Omitting some details involving whipped cream and star wars role-play, thats when I woke up. I spent the rest of the morning thinking of what a guy like that would write on an anniversary or something akin to that; this was my speculation;



To my Trainer,

I love you so much my little Eevee, the one who I choose since it's all up to me. If you ever get into a fight, I'll fly to your side like a great Dragonite. With psychic attacks like the deadly Mewtwo, I'll battle team rocket just to save you. I think of your lips as you used your sweet kiss, and made my heart yours in absolute bliss. You make my Ekans evolve to Arbok, my Metapod hardens, my knees turn to Muk. In my arms, like an Onix, I'll wrap you up tight, then leer at you gently and hope you don't bite. I'll tackle and take down and put you in bed, then chatter and charm you to make your cheeks red. You're sweeter than Horsea, and cuter than Mew. More Graceful than Goldeen, forget Pikachu. I'll capture your Cloyster with my Lickitung, I won't stop until you're Weezing and your top's undone. All through the moonlight until the morning sun, we'll role play and rollout until we are one. Then finally, I'll use future sight my amore, give a peck on the check and whisper encore. Please be my Nidoking.

Love,
Your adoring pokefan.


(...Now, we're friends here, so you can tell me. On a scale of one to ten how badly did that make you wanna Squirtle all over my Jiggly-Puffs? Not at all, DAMNIT.)


First and foremost, just to give you a bit of direction as to where I'm going with this next topic, Fuck Canberra Busses. Well actually, you know what thats it, I'm done. If theres one thing I severely dislike about my life at this single point in time; is my almost religious reliance on public transport. In Canberra, the busses are late, slow, and the only things that smell worse then the busses are the people riding them. Now I don't know, but it just seems here in Canberra the level of Bus Suckiness is magnified by incalculable amounts; in the past week alone, I've been licked, met a Mormon and seen a little kid steal a chocolate bar from a blind chick. But there are many reasons I dislike public transport, you want to here them? No? Well I'm gonna tell you anyways so 'Come at me Bro!' (Bringin it back to 2012 - nostalgic). The first is when you have to push the button. You see, that situation right there, is just way to much pressure for me. This is how my brain looks during that moment. 'Okay, seven more stops seven more stops. Then I gotta push the button. The buttons right there. Okay cool. Alright how do I look? Cause everyones going to look at me when I push the button. How do I look? Alright one stop left. Just around the corner.' and thats usually when I realise that my stop was seven stops ago. But really, what really gets me, are the people;

1. The Kool Kidz (Cool with a K because there that fucking cool.)
You know this kids there, the dumb ass, teens that come up in the bus thinking that there the boss, and the refuse to sit down. Like there are 10 sits empty, why is your cracker ass still standing up? I do not understand there genetic make up right now, is like there coolness measured by their stability on the bus? Like financial stability? Job Stability? Relationship stability? NAH its more Watch me handle this next turn like a boss bro! What are you trying to prove, last night I saw you in the Cube handling that poll like it was your job. You my friend are giving me anxiety  because as someone who plays Mario Kart, I know all this it takes is one banana peel to flip this bus up side down and you flat on your face.  

2. The Weirdo
I feel as though every bus comes equip with one steering wheel, one bus driver, four wheels, and one crazy person? Its like the formula for every bus in Canberra. There there and no one knows how they got on, when they got on, when they got off, all you know is that there there, staring at you. They don't even move! Your not even sure if there alive!

3. The Couple
I don't like seeing other people in general, but couples, couples piss me the fuck of, and its not because I'm single....and alone....and live with my cat. NO! Its because they can't keep there damn dirty hands out of each others pants. This is not the casting couch, this is a packet bus, pull your skirt down. Like, we all see you, what do you think your in the Matrix? Girl your birth control pill is not the same as that red pill, its not going to show you how far down that rabbit hole goes I mean....well...maybe it well ey? 

4. Loud People
Shut up. Honestly, everyone just wants you, to shut the fuck up. If this was the movies Speed we all would want you to be the one dumb ass that steps of the bus while its goes 120mph. Now there usually girls, usually gossiping and I sit there listening to their conversations and I can feel myself becoming dumber, physically losing brain cells.


Music of the Week: Jason Derullo Talk Dirty To Me, Grace Potter and the Nocturnal Paris (Oh la la),  and HAIM Hurricane.


And, thats all I've got for you today. Live long and Prosper you sexy things; seeing you at the latest next Friday :)










Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Cupcake Appreciation Society, Why I'm Out of Shape and Face-Framing Activities

Drunk Quote of the Night: "Why are we still sending children to kindergarten? All they do is eat burritos and sing about letters!" 2AM Monday Text to Katie (I would just like to say; I didn't text you, vodka did.)

So, lets get real, Science Fiction real. Last week, I had the flu, and I did what any normal teenage with an unhealthy obsession with geekery does, I watched the entire Star Wars saga(Three Times). While contemplating how badly the Phantom Menace had soured the series I was struck by a thought. Jedi's get there powers from midi-chlorians, which when present in sufficient numbers can potentially allow the symbiont to 'feel' the Force. Yes? So putting it into context; Jedi's are basically space kids who chicken pox and then developed super powers...all I ever got was itchy.

Now, that was in no way an introduction, but this sure is: Hello Sunshine and Happy-Fucking-Wednesday! Aren't you glad that were one day closer to Flash a Trucker Friday! 

So all mocking aside, there are genuinely things I do like about Canberra! One of them is this little place called Jazz Apple Cafe and well, its my Nirvana. (The religious Nirvana just to specify). What does it sell? Its sells dreams! Its sells happiness! It sells orgasms! Oh, and it sells cupcakes...well mostly cupcakes. Now generally I find myself at this joint, at least once a week; and this week I realised, that Canberra needs a legit Cupcake Appreciation Society. Now ya'll tell me you wouldn't join that shit.




This is really just an excuse to post a sexy montage of cupcakes. But if you need a reason; ANU Law students have been monitored over the past 3 years; and most students have had a 54% increase in cynicism. Basically what I'm saying is that even cynical assholes like cupcakes. 

Speaking of cupcakes, they are one of the reasons why I am overweight. Now contemplating this issue, I realised that its not really my fault that I'm unhealthy and out of shape; like theres so many reasons. First, theres so many other things to do besides working out; sleeping, eating, sitting down...not working out. Then theres Kingsley's chips; have you smelt that store? I swear to God they could replace men. Another reason; burger king costs me like $5 and it keeps me full for hours, where as subway costs me $10 and I'm hungry an hour later...you do the math. More reasons? Winters coming, and I figure its always hard to find a nice winter coat, so I might as well just carry one around on my body? Convenience. Also for the same reason I'm single; working out is just like having a clingy boyfriend its always just like Do Me! Do Me! Lift this, squat there! In both situations, yo, just let me lie down and go to sleep! Doing jumping jacks with boobs....it just seems so naughty...and it feels weird (Like honestly; what if there were people in our boobs and every time we did a jumping jack it's like an earthquake for them - I don't want to hurt nobody!) When someone asks me Do you want fries with that? I'm not gonna, say no, I don't wanna be rude! Its not working right? Eh fuck it I'll have a cupcake.



Now I'm straight; but I'm just putting it out there, if Megan Fox is ever wondering, my thighs are currently available for face framing activities if she so chooses. 



Friday, 16 August 2013

An Introduction

Hey Puddin' Pop's, I'm Heather and I believe in three things; Wynona Ryder, the 'Cheer-Up Powers' of watching Duck Dynasty, drinking before 5 o'clock on a weekday and today my best friend described me as 'Strawberry lemonade with a bottle of vodka thrown in." (I like to think its because of my shot glass collection, but its probably because I drink like a Russian).

Perhaps introductions are in order? I live in Canberra; the capital of Australia, overrun by ADFA guys, obese toddlers, self righteous civil workers and grass. I can't decide what I like least about Canberra, the ACTION public transport system or the lack of book stores...its like an inverted Sophie's choice. But hey, at least we have plenty of bike paths for all those times I feel healthy? Although normally during those times I chose to procrastinate until the feeling passes... Currently I attend Australian National University studying a Double Degree in Law/Arts with a Major in International Studies and a minor in English. The law library desks are littered with graffiti and the campus bathroom smells like a Bob Marley shrine (Yet, I'm just happy that the LSS or the Law School Stoners know where the bathrooms are!) But nonetheless I digress; at least I like my degree...right? 

*Just realised, my neighbours...haven't met them yet. I'm putting my money on psychopaths or people with a 'life', both being equally foreign concepts for me I'll admit. I'd probably be able to get along better with the psychopath though...I don't think they'd be much for small talk.*

Now, how would I describe myself? .... Well fuck.