Murderous rant

When I was like 9 or 10 years old my dad got me a box full of second hand board games.. of course amongst the 15 or so board games, there weren't any good ones. Only like cluedo junior and something about a donkey and don't wake up the mouse...i don't know..they were all really crap...

Aaaanyway, amongst them there was also this one game called hit list..

This game was about killing people as a hit man... except you made decisions by the cards that you were dealt so to kill some one famous you need the "famous person card" to kill them, by strangulation.. you needed the "strangulation card"... and so on.

I remember it being a really fun game that I made people play with me...

but then like a lot of my things when I was younger, if I for some reason left anything in the shed, my dad would ultimately sell it.. and just like that Hit list was gone..

I'd never really thought about it again until my birthday last year when we went to the Gepps Cross markets with my dad and my brother and there it was

Hit list

right next to that crazy ant game where its a race to who can build their ant first...

my brother reluctantly bought Hit list for me after an exaggerated sad look from me...

but for some reason when I got home I had to pack it away for something...

and then last Saturday morning as I was attempting to clean my room I took something down from my cupboard and out popped Hit list

and hit me right between the eyes..

I got this really strong urge to play it but no one was home...which is for the best I think because I traumatized my family when I was younger with it.. and I cant invite any one over to play it because I'm now 21 and that would be considered a social faux pas...

I tried to play it by myself...but it doesn't work that way because the whole point is to kill your person before the other person/people do..

sigh...

I had a very strange childhood...

Rantings of a smothered and overprotected camera molesterer..

It's always said by preachy optimists that people always focus on the bad things in life instead of dwelling on the good...
I think this is one of those times.

Let me recap: She's a fairly independant girl, brought up on quasi-archaic spanish ideals in an open minded Australian environment. She generally tries not be a bad person, but can get carried away in the seductive winds of excesses.
She doesn't quite fit in anywhere because of her eccentricities, but in a way she's generally accepted because of them...
What I'm trying to get through here (very unarticulately) is that she's not a bad person, really..

But here comes the crux, for some reason her family thinks she's a whore, a gambler, an alcoholic, a drug addict, a hobo and a lesbian..
She doesn't even get to have the fun she's being accused of having!
(well, the last one wouldn't be that much fun as she doesn't butter her toast that way.. no offense to anyone who does)
Ok, so she likes poker and a beer once in a while.. and I would imagine that as hormones are natural, they can't be all bad..

Of course this debaucher'D image of her is despite the fact that she's never been pregnant...
or run away from home...
or joined a cult...
or became a stripper...
which are things that have actually happened within the family..

Culture shock is a bitch.

Ranting Justification - Over

All of my friends say that Bon had Great Balls of Fire....

Angst and suppressed anger/sadness aside, my life is extremely different again, it seems that every 6 months or so I get sick of my surroundings and people surrounding my surroundings.. and I decide.."you know what? fuck 'em, I'm getting me some new friends" and Hey Presto, I turn around and happen to bump into someone that introduced me to someone else, who further introduces me to various others.. and now it feels wierd that these people weren't always there...I wouldn't want to swap these ones though.. but then again thats what I thought about the last ones.. and they kinda scare me now...
Random friends are always good because they're occasional and you build this big heaving facade of closeness when really its just the fact that you've never spent ridiculous amounts of time together enough to get sick of eacother.
..and then of course there's always school friends... who are nice.. but goddamnit, it gets as boring as a moderately sized, non heaving mass of nothing when all you have to talk about is the same shit that you were talking about back in year 8... No, I don't still love the backstreet boys, I dont think boys have cooties and no matter what anybody says, camouflage pants are not cool!..
that being said, I'm catching up with a few of them in an hour.. I figure if I get REALLY bored I can set body parts on fire..
not mine of course, maybe Bon's..

badness ensued...

The worst thing that could have happened in my life.... happened.. and although it hurt like the seventh circle of hell was concentrated and forced into my heart, i know now that anything else that is coming won't be nearly as bad...

how sickening that i actually learnt something out of this..its like a brady bunch episode..

Responsibility... the ability to respond?

It has been made obvious through recent circumstances that I am actually more irresponsible than I gave my self credit for.. no one has actually said it of course, but I've become that person with the stories that have no logical explanation as to how I survived or why I can laugh about them now... technically I have no real qualm with this because I accept the fact that I've been lucky with the not dying thing.
No, my concerns lay more in the welcoming arms of paranoia, where through the powers of imagination I am able to say with conviction that if I knew me I would not believe me and therefore dislike me... or I would just not want to go near that chick called virna because drinking with her may result in waking up in a gutter somewhere... its funny though because this irresponsibility has contrastingly at times projected me to a godlike height within the scope of people my age and under, God of the idiots what a refreshing thought...

Dr. V's Unvoidy Tonic

WoohWee, for a while there i thought i was gonna turn into one of those kids that writes poems about love, death and war and sits in the dark because they feel that they are the only ones in the world that are having a crap time... (y'kno who i'm talkin about..) i'm cool now, i've managed to suppress all the void and now i am cool unvoidy virna that rocks....again.

p.s
keep staying tuned...

HAHAHA ITS A KIND OF MAGIC!!!!! or Insanity Bestowed on the Procrastinators..

...This is some crazy crap!! I was so angry because once again, it is a Friday and I have a big fat hairy assignment of doom to finish (yes, yes I know its my own fault) and just as I was reaching the end of my tether (tether is an awesome word.. rolls off the tongue TEtheR..) I decide, well hell, I'll listen to the radio and see if maybe some auditory stimulation can't fix my bitter and twisted uni mood...and lo and behold! A KIND OF MAGIC comes on the SECOND I turn on the radio! WOOOOH!! that is all..
Still stay tuned for the awesome life altering post that should arrive anyday now.. Keep staying tuned...

Bendering the verbs

I haven't actually checked my email since the last time I wrote a post, so let me just iterate that in Virna language voidy DOES NOT equal suicidal (and now for those of you with visual difficulties)
VOIDY DOES NOT EQUAL SUICIDAL
Thanks to the people that emailed me though, nice to know there's a riveted audience that runs down the streets pulling their hair out screaming "WHERE'S VIRNA???!!!".. generally.
So establishing that I am very much alive, I must say I still feel without a purpose and generally feel as if I'm hurling towards the seventh circle of hell induced nothingness (...NOT SUICIDAL)
.....I am starting to think that a bender is in order though... Just a little one... cos you see by 'bendering' (verbing un verbs) you tend to reach a state of extreme flippancy which actually helps sort out priorities when you realize that you do..... care...about...stuff
DISCLAIMER: A bender is not right for everyone, please see your doctor to determine the addictive obsession that's right for you...
Tune in next time for a mind blowing post that will leave you psychologically, emotionally, physically and hell, even sexually drained, but satisfied...