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210701 » i don't think i like me very much

listening to | augie march \ sunset studies
feeling | cheerier than i have been over the past 24 hours
eating | chocolate

10.58pm (friday night)

do you have any idea how difficult it is to type with gloves on?? no? well, it is fucking hard! *takes them off* typing with numb fingers is easier than typing with gloves on. and don't get me started on how hard it is to type on a laptop with gloves on! though, if i was using my laptop, i would be in my warm bedroom, under my warm dooner, and wouldn't need gloves. *sigh* i miss my babay. yes, that is right, my puter is my babay. no, that is not at all pathetic.

hmm, yes.... anywaaaaay...

i just got back from seeing
briget jones' diary. i was right when i thought it would cheer me up - it did a little.

you see, i have been rather down lately. boys, this is where you are invited to skip the rest of this entry. girls, grab some chocolate and sympathise with me, would you?

basically, i don't like who i am very much anymore. i am too fat, too ugly, too loud, drink too much, swear too much and i don't think i am anywhere near as intelligent as people try to tell me i am. there are other faults too, but i want to keep this to less than essay length. if i was friends with me i think i would irritate the shit out of myself! (not making sensage factor of that sentence = high)

i guess i have lost a lot of confidence over the past few years, and i think it all stems from how i am going at uni.

in high school i was always the person to beat when it came to pretty much everything except languages (brodie was the one to beat there) and english (kylie and megan were the ones who kicked everyone's butt in that subject). but now... well, i just can't be fucked.

when i started uni, i entered what i can probably call my 'comfort zone.' i partied a lot and got what work had to be done, done, and always with minimal effort - and i still passed. so began a trend, and three and a half years later nothing has changed.

though i still pass all my subjects, i am not happy with my marks. i am not content to have people beat me. i'm not expecting to come 1st in everything - that is impossible when i am competing with a friend who will likely end up a nobel prize winner. i guess i just feel a little dumb. silly, huh? an engineer/mathematician feeling dumb? i could probably do something about it, i guess, but my confidence is at a point where i'm not sure if it will make a difference.

because i have been a person who has always relied on my intelligence more than anything else, my intelligence has always gauged my confidence in myself as a person. thus, it seems like i have entered a dreaded downward spiral of pity and self loathing. i know deep down that i am being selfish and stupid. there are so many others worse off than me, but i can't help the way i feel.

as a consequence of my general dislike for myself i have become pretty lonely. the people i feel like i can talk to live far away, and that frustrates me. sometimes i feel like i cannot even talk to them. i feel selfish when i burden others with my problems. i feel selfish writing this. i mean, who the fuck wants to listen to me whinge?

i promised myself i would not mention men in this journal entry. complaining about not having a man is just pathetic and loserish - even if most other women feel the same way. plus, i don't want to come across as needy - i'm not, i just like 'closeness.' *stops herself from going on any further!*

i guess part of my problem is that on the outside i have the appearance of being this outrageous, extroverted, fun girl. and i am like that - when i am with people whose company i enjoy, or if i am drunk. as you have all probably realised by now, i have a tendency to become extremely extroverted when there is some alcohol involved. (appologies to anyone who has had to witness any of my more extreme drunken moments. specifically anyone who was at tania's 21st last weekend. i am trully sorry. i have been told a few things and am just mildly embarrassed by it all.)

god i should really shut up, i'm beginning to bore myself.

ok, i just need to thank vic for always being there to cheer me up. you rule chicky! i can't wait until you move to sydney next year! vic always knows where i am coming from when i have a whinge. i guess that's because she can sympathise. vic, we will find our rockstars with the sticky outy hipbones! if not, we always have each other. we have each other and we have chocolate. oh, and we also have large music collections that will ensure that our lives will have a great soundtrack, at the very least.

i also want to thank netty for her awesome email that cheered me up so so much! the image she put of tim wheeler and chris martin swimming with me made me feel warm and tingly from the inside out. hehe. netty, we have to catch up! and didn't i tell you shirly manson is mine?!

i'm beginning to wish i was a little more like sara marie from
big brother. i know i would be a much better person if i could be happier with myself.

days without a cancerstick: 90 (well, at least i am doing something right)

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