random shit.

o I was going to go to bed insanely early, but clearly I didn't. Partly because the main appeal of that was the actual bed part, and that conundrum was solved by pulling my computer  under blankets, which is where I am now. Yes. Under. I'm not lying on my bed. I'm not lying in it. I'm lying UNDER (which involves a bit of a makeshift doona tent, or cave of some sort..its quite lovely. very warm and very hidden). Add to this the fact that I'm armed with tea and old fashioned granny biscuits and its all super. You'd think I was 12. Sometimes its mandatory though, to spend a Friday night being a homely freak . Particularly if your sheets are nice. And mine are.

Can I just say..

Wiping the world of TV and its nasty little friends, as the hippy in one of my tutes argued is the only solution, is a dumb ass idea. I won't go into why. Because I'm lazy at the moment. We just need to make sure we filter what we see. And keep our own opinions and logic on tap. Vital step, that. Clearly.

We don't need societal watchdogs trying to reign in free speech or trying (in vain) to pull certain things out of circulation etc etc, its a waste of time. Seriously. We just need to use our own working noggins to unpack what we see and REALISE THAT WE'RE SOMEBODY'S TARGET AUDIENCE.
Rah. its like the obesity thing. And so many other things. A bit of education goes a long way. Weight Watchers doesn't need to be telling people what to eat (for a decent sum of cash I might add) , people should be educated on calories. "Give a man a fish..." as they say. But I spose it's not in Weight Watchers interests to promote the fact their 'points' system is just calorie counting and that people can do it on their own, without the expensive 'special' products. I swear so much of this world involves pointless middle men. We're so lazy. Or have so little faith in ourselves that we get other people to tell us what to do. No..I'm just ranting now. I should just go to bed.

Anyway, my point is, filtering information not taking everything as fact. I can't believe I'm writing this down. Its self evident. But apparently we, as a culture, are failing at it so... :/ maybe by writing it down I'm more likely to avoid it. Maybe its one of those things us kids think we'll stand by but eventually we cave and end up with catalogue living rooms, smooth jazz collections and crying kids covered in juice (not sure where the juice part came from. but moving right along..) . But I hope not. If despising this kind of thing IS one of those idealistic lifestyles people go through and just grow out of, I'll just make sure I won't. Simple.  
Mm. Phone rang. Lost my train of thought. And half a biscuit has drowned.

Still,  its really hard to remain frustrated , when little things are so damn pleasing. Today sucked, for many reasons, and plus there's always the weird king of hollow thing inside me , but that said..it was a great day anyway and come evening time that always seems to be the feeling. The hundreds of little things outweigh the big frustrating ones by far, good way to stay sane seems to be to just jump from newspapers and staying bed on Saturday mornings, to observing nifty cloud patterns, to uncorking champagne, to fresh books, to new songs, to kisses on cheeks from cute boys in cardigans, to making the first dent in the icecream, to funky buttons (I found 3 today. what are the odds?),to puppies, to people. A life that has days constructed like that can't be bad!!

But I digress..

Actually..there wasn't anything to digress from. I'm just going to go.

In summary, fuck you all, I have tea and biscuits, a kick ass tent and a bunch of politics things I want to read ... I see no reason to leave right now. Happy Friday ^^

P.S. This could also have been titled..."What the heck am I going to do with my life? I have to choose placement today and its stirring the kind of thoughts I've been hiding from for weeks?!" ..or "Yes, its going to suck when you go.." ...or "Damn you Kate and your constant stealing of my milk without replacement!" ...all of which sum up the afternoon equally and better than 'random shit' ever could.