It's Raining Men

Men suck. I think that explains everything really. But if you are still not satisfied with this statement, I shall explain. Men really, really suck.

I have had the weirdest week, and it all seemed to revolve around the idiotic actions of males. I say idiotic, but what I mean is .... well, I can't really say. Too many curse words for one blog.
It all started last Saturday night. I was having a drink with my best mate, well, more than one, and having a rather good time. I felt sorry for this poor guy at the bar who seemed lost. So, me being me and quite drunk, I went up to him and said "have you lost something?". Yup, not the best pick up line ever, but it worked. The next day he asked if he could call me and catch up again to which i replied "ugh". Hangovers suck, especially when there is someone else there. The next day he called and we caught up. This went on all week. Till Friday....

I was at my place picking up a few things for that night (yea, I was heading out again) when I got a phone call. It was him. He pretty much got to the point and said "I don't think we should see each other anymore". First, omg, how friggen lame is that statement. We are not in a mills and boons novel. And it had only been a week. Thats not 'seeing someone'. Anyway, he explained that he still had feelings for someone else and that she had been around at his place that night saying that, when she broke up with him, it was not because she didnt like him, it's just that she needs time. I really wanted to tell him that this really means "I don't like you enough to be in a relationship with you, but I like you enough (or the ego bost anyway) to not want you to be with anyone else". He chose to wait till she had "dealt with her issues". I told him to delete my number. I was not overly upset. Actually, I found it rather amusing. But this was the first thing to go wrong.

A mate had come down for the weekend with two of his friends, a couple who really needed to get a room, screw, and get it out of their system. We organised to catch up with them on Thursday ngiht for a few drinks. They had been there all of an hour playing pool, when one of them felt a bit sick and they all had to leave. Not sure why they all left, but I didnt ask questions. We planned to catch up the next night. We had all gone out for tea and they had left to go back to their rooms to get ready. Later we got a message. Someone else was feeling sick, so they decided to stay in their rooms. I was a bit put out, but kinda pleased that I could get some sleep. Saturday night came round. We had planned from the beginning that we would have drinks at my place with a few other people we knew. This is the part that REALLY pissed me off. The other people showed up. I messaged them. And guess what.... one of them felt sick. I was really getting sick of this excuse. The said that they would still try to make it though. A couple of hours later I check my phone and find a couple of messages from them. After a bit of back and forth they tell me they feel sick, arent drinking, but are at the local nightclub playing pool. Now, I must ask, If you are feeling ill, why would you go to a nightclub to play pool? The thing that really got me going was that they chose to play pool over hanging out with us, who are suppose to be thier mates. And they had done this more than once! So, I sent a message saying that it was a bit beyond a joke. He got a bit upset with me for that. The rest of the time I was pretty much ignored, they complained about a few more things, then they left.

The last thing that happened that weekend is the most annoying of them all. I had been 'friends' with a guy for about a year before it was decided that we should end it. He then went overseas on holiday. Friday night (I was suppose to be out, but wasnt due to cancelation - see above) I got a message at about 1 am asking me if I was out or at home from this 'friend'. I said I was home about to watch movie. About an hour later I got a phone call. He asked if he could come around and me, feeling a bit down after being 'dumped', stupidly said yes. So, come around he did, where he proceeded to tell me he missed me, wanted to be with me, but wasnt sure after everything else that had happened (ex wife etc). I was very confused. In the morning he left and I havent heard much since. Awesome. not.

So, I sit here dumped, rejected and confused all thanks to a few males. Ugh, Men suck. Im gonna go make myself a chocolate cake.

Weight of the World

Why is everyone wingeing about their weight? For f**k sake, Im sure there are more important things to bang on about, like the price of fuel (which was getting better, but seems to have taken a step backwards recently), or how you can never seem to find that hot top you saw a few weeks ago when you finally have enough money to buy it. Sure, a little bit of body image awareness is healthy, but complete obsession over 1 kg? I dont get it. If anything, I should be the one freaking out over whether I should have that last tim tam or go for a cross country run over burning coals (fat burns off, right?). How many people have, instead of going and talking to that hot guy/chick, have stood there thinking "omg, they might catch a glimpse of my arse mountain/ bingo wings / thunder thighs with extra thunder" while someone else has made a move and you have missed out? And then you notice that the guy/chick doesnt seem to notice the other persons spare tyre. In fact, they seem to be getting on fine despite their physical let downs, that, by the way, only you can see because that is all you think about. To be quite honest, I am more worried about how my awesome joke will work in a real life situation and if he will laugh at it or look at me like I suggested we take over the world by contaminating the vodka supply with a mind control drug. I dont have time to worry about my butt. Ill worry about that if I actually take the guy home.
But, if this seems to be suck a major issue for people, don't fret. Im sure Apple are working on an iButt, where you can check and rate your arse on a small, slim and stylish electronic gadget, which also plays "Fat Bottomed Girls" if you are a bit on the porky side, or Victoria Beckhams latest single if a Butt is undetected.
So, GET OVER IT! Honestly, you are the only one who cares how much you weigh. I personally dont give a fig.

AHHH IM OLD AND BORING

It's Saturday night, the last one in November. Everyone who is anyone is out drinking and being merry for Work Christmas Shows, the last of the birthdays, catching up with people after a busy week, or celebrating the Uni holidays. So, what do you think I am doing? For the first time in forever, NOTHING! How the F**k did this happen? I mean, I may not be a budding socialite, but I have my fair share of social events. I always have at least one thing to go to on a weekend, even if it is just hanging out with a few mates. But this weekend, instead of being out there having a blast, I am here, developing a deep and meaningful relationship with my south facing wall. All my friends are at the before mentioned events. How the hell did I get looked over? Am I old and boring? Should I take up knitting or rescue an insane amount of cats who will live with me forever and be my only companions? It may seem like I am overreacting, but come on, this is me! I shouldn't be wasting away here on a Saturday night! There is even a few metal bands playing tonight! But I found before that I had a severe lack of funds. And its not like this is the only night I am having this dilema. Next weekend (an in fact including next week) the only thing I have to look some what forward to is a Street Machine meeting that I'm attending. And not because I am a member (although, I plan to be soon), but because I saw my Dad today and told him how bored I was, so he invited me along. AH! WHAT IS GOING ON!?! I swear, if I listen hard enough I can hear the Twilight Zone theme music.
And, just to really prove that I am old and boring, I even started work at a nightclub on Thursday. SINCE WHEN DID STARTING WORK AT A NIGHTCLUB MEAN LONG, BORING SATURDAY NIGHTS AT HOME? Please someone tell me if this is just happening to me, or if it in fact happens to everyone at least once. Im really afraid that this is the end of the social line for me. NOOOOOOOOO!

Rock Of Ages

Hey hey. It has been a very busy weekend in the land of me. My halloween party and resulting hangovers are over, the decorations are at varying rates of decay, but sheesh, its been a long weekend! It all went well..... till certain people decided to make gorges out of freshly dug graves. While that did bother me, I tried not to let it get me down... with the help of more alcohol. It certainly was interesting and entertainment for all. I shall try and get some photo's up when I have the use of the computer that actualy does something. Till then, you can find them at my myspace page (I know, I'm lame enough to have one). myspace.com/cesseldavessel

I then headed off to our loverly capital city (Harumph) Adelaide to see Cheap Trick and Def Leppard. My lovely mother bought me a ticket for my birthday (and so she could go see them with someone). Omg, it was awesome! We got prime possies close to the front within thrusting distance. Photos can also be found at my myspace page, but I will add them here as well.
I must say though, that standing on hard concrete for four and a half hours with minimal room to move hurts. I limped out of the place, and I hadn't even pulled a hip thrusting muscle!
But I must say, that despite their wrinkles, greying hair and possible incontinence problems, they can still 'rock out'. I do despise that term though, but it just fits so well.

I have to apologise for the possible boredom this post may induce, but I havent slept for three days and feel a little lethargic. I shall elaborate more soon, but for now, you will have to make do with this.
Toodles

Im Back Baby

Ok, so once again I have been extremely slack, although this bout of laziness has lasted a year and a half. The reason why I have returned to this world of blogdom is due to Kez, who is dedicated to his pages of sex, intrigue, humor and bitching, so I thought I should give it another whirl. My life seems to be slightly more interesting than previously, and I have grown up some, so what better time than now to make an arse of myself in internet land, rather than just in front of the people I know. And make an arse I do. I hope I shall induce some giggles and horrified shakes of the head. Right, well, lets get down to it shall we...

I have recently celebrated a birthday and now have my feet firmly planted in the adult phase of my life. Depressing I know. I am, however, in denial of this fact and shall plan to act like the teenager I wish I was for a long time yet. My mother is not happy. My signature birthday party is this Friday, which should be great. What started out as a great idea to host a Halloween party for my close pals has ended up completely out of control. No, Im not faced with a Corey like party where my whole street will be destroyed and ill be scrapeing teeny boppers off my doorstep for the next week. No, Im talking about the one where I have gone completely mad, along with the help of my good mate Kitty, and gone completely over budget, have been working on decorations for the past three weeks and will take two days to set up. Not to mention I have gone and stressed out about the weather, where i'm going to fit everyone, how the decorations will fit in the backyard and where the hell im going to find a pumpkin. And I am still madly finishing my Majors for uni. Im also hoping my costume wont fall apart and leave me in my grundies in the middle of the yard for all to see. URGH

But, this is to hoping all will be fine. I shall try and get some pics up after the party and tell you all the horrifying stories. I really need to finish this essay. Its 4 days late. Go me and my new mature outlook. Pfft.

Toodles, Cessel

Immature Aged Student

Howdy all. What has been happening? I have been run off my feet. Organizing my life, you know, the usual. How is this for stupid though, our dumb arse real estate agent 'forgot' to conduct an inspection a few weeks ago and has now decided to do one on monday. This would be fine if me and my housemate Bobby werent both going away this weekend. So we have had to juggle cleaning the house thouroughly AGAIN with work, packing, and our enourmous social life as people are down as well. Can you say bad timing? So last night we attampted to do the best we can. Bobby leaves tonight and I am setting off tomoro, so it will have to bloody well do. I can garuntee it wont though as the Bitch Features, as i like to call her, hates my friggen guts. Not sure why, im always polite and friendly. When im awake. But nothing i do is ever good enough for her. I have to ask how the fuck did she get a job at a Real Estate Agents? B I T C H. If anyone else is there, everything is fine. But if i am there she picks the shit out of everything. Gah. Now im angry!
Anyways, that was not what this post is suppose to be about. Ive decided what i want to do with my life.... kind of. I am in the process of working my way into Uni. Go me! I want that little certificaty thing they give you at the end to show how damn good you are (no one believes you when you just straight out tell them Ive found). Then i might take up flower arranging. Ha ha. But seriously, i need to do something with my life, and this shitty job aint it. The pay is shocking (ok, im a volunteer) and all i do is surf the net all day. I feel like bursting into song. Not sure why, but i thought id share that with you. ill update more as i find out.
Well, thats it for me, im gonna try and get my arse out of here and finish sorting my shit out for tomorro. Woo hoo, i havent been on holiday for over a year now. its exciting. ill tell you what happens and how many times i break the law!
Till next time, amuse yourselves while i relax and go nuts.... not at the same time obviously.
Toodle Pip

Turning Over A New Tree

Its well into the new year and everyone is back trying to settle into work, life etc after the great alcoholic fuzz that was the holiday days season. But just when we thought it was all over and we could catch up on all those hangovers we drank through, something else comes up. Australia Day. And we all know it would be completely un-Australian not to get at least slightly sloshed on this wonderful occasion. So that is what i plan to do. And, with all the 21st birthdays coming up (Happy Bday Row and Shakeira!) i cant seem to find a sober weekend in sight! I also have a concert lined up to attend soon. ARGH! WHEN WILL IT STOP. to be quite honest, one weekend off isnt too much to ask, is it? But it always seems to end up filled celebrating something. Also, in this month alone, i have been graced with the presence of Kezz (love ya bitch) and Wendy (are you from China or Japan?) And a blast did we have.
With celebrations come costumes and i was a neon bunny at new years, dressed in formal for Rows 21st, a school girl (for the hell of it really) and this weekend see us all compiling the grossest items to be found in op shops. That one shall be interesting!
After all this i have come to the conclusion that January does not seem to be an accurate name for this month. Instead i propose the first month of the year to be renamed Hungober!
All those out there who a agree with me say "Hoh!". Can i get a "Hell Yea!".
In other news, i have successfully found a name for my band! And we have had quite alot of interest despite the fact we havent even practised yet! Go us! We are rock stars before we have even rocked! impressive. but now im afraid of the expectations that follow this 'hype', if you can call it that. But i am very confident in the members, so hopefuly we will blow their brains out! Now hiring "clean up crew". So, you all have to keep an ear out for "Elysium". we will be coming soon! I know i wouldnt miss it! ha ha ha
Well, thats all from mee peeps, and ill be chatting to you all later!
Till next time, Rock On and celebrate like there will be no hangover tomorow!